I got to thinking. Scary right? Trust me, Allen opened the windows to let the smoke out of the truck.
Life moves at lightning speed. The older we get the faster it seems to speed by us. "Wasn't Christmas yesterday," we ask ourselves? "Wait, it's my birthday again?" When you're out on the road those little dotted lines tick away time faster than a metronome. We lose track of days and time hurrying from shipper to receiver. Some days you chase the sun. Sometimes it's the moon that keeps you company through the night.
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Life moves at lightning speed. The older we get the faster it seems to speed by us. "Wasn't Christmas yesterday," we ask ourselves? "Wait, it's my birthday again?" When you're out on the road those little dotted lines tick away time faster than a metronome. We lose track of days and time hurrying from shipper to receiver. Some days you chase the sun. Sometimes it's the moon that keeps you company through the night.
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