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     Angels Watch Over Me.

     I am a truck driver, a Road Warrior, and have been for over 22 years.  Have traveled almost 800,000 miles, it’s in my soul, and in my heart.  I am not a Roady, an over the road driver, but a Local Driver.  Angels Watch Over Me. 

     I have driven my truck, into the woods, at 60 mph, in order to avoid a major accident.  Not only did I survive, without injury, but I backed my truck out, and drove it back to the Barn, there was NO damage to my truck.  Angels Watch over Me.

     I have dozed off at the wheel, in a dense New England fog, awoke instantly to the sight of total nothingness.  Then, drove the remaining 200 miles without an incident.  Angels Watch Over Me.

     I have driven in snow so heavy, it was a total White out with visibility only about 50 feet, ice storms so bad, cars were sliding everywhere, and snow so deep, I left more than just wheel ruts, all with no incidents.  Angels Watch Over Me

     Yesterdays, a 13 hour day rapidly went bad. I spent 28 hours on the road, with only 4 hours sleep, then, drove 150 miles home, without incident.  Angels Watch Over Me.

     On October 28, just 3 weeks after writing this in it's original form, My Trailer slid off the road while negotiating a hairpin curve on a mountian road, freshly regraveled, and slid over a cliff.  It was pulled back up by two tow trucks, righted, and not only did I NOT lose my load, but I also drove it away, with no damage to the rig.  Pictures in Album with the same title.  Angels Watch Over Me. 

     I don’t know why, but I am still here, for my family, my kids, and my friends.  Angels Watch Over Me.

     Nothing to say, but Thank You, To The Angels Who Watch Over Me

Lord, I know it's You who leads my way, Who guides me on this road. It's You who brings me safely back After dropping off my load. It's You whose love I gently feel As I steer these roads with eighteen wheels. We're a different breed, my friends and I, But our load gets heavy from time to time. If it had not been for You, oh Lord, Where, oh where would we be? It's because of You we're here right now, My trucker friends and me. So come, Lord Jesus, wherever we go. Be a light to our path, we pray. And help us, Lord, to carry our load. It's a might too heavy today. Come, Lord Jesus; come live in our hearts. To You our sins we bare As we kneel before You at the cross To say the trucker's prayer. I hope You get the job !! Lots of love from Torill... Written By My Special Friend From Norway, Torill

THE MARINES WANT THIS TO ROLL ALL OVER THE U.S. Please do not delete this until you send It on, Let's send it around the world. This is a poem being sent from a Marine To his dad. For those who take the time To read it, you will see a letter from him to His dad at the bottom. It makes you truly Thankful for not only the Marines, but ALL of our troops. THE MARINE We all came together, Both young and old To fight for our freedom, To stand and be bold. In the midst of all evil, We stand our ground, And we protect our country From all terror around. Peace and not war, Is what some people say. But I will give my life, So you can live the American way. I give you the right To talk of your peace. To stand in your groups, And protest in our streets. But still I fight on, I do not bitch, I do not whine. I am just one of the people Who is doing your time. I am harder than nails, Stronger than any machine. I am the immortal soldier, I am a U.S. MARINE! So stand in my shoes, And leave from your home. Fight for the people who hate you, With the protests they have shown. Fight for the stranger, Fight for the young. So they all may have, The greatest freedom you have won. Fight for the sick, Fight for the poor Fight for the cripple, Who lives next door. But when your time comes, Do what I have done. For if you stand up for freedom, You will stand when the fight is done. By: Corporal Aaron M. Gilbert, US Marine Corps USS SAIPAN, PERSIAN GULF March 23, 2003 Hey Dad, Do me a favor and label this ' The Marine ' and send it to everybody on your email list . Even leave this letter in it. I want this rolling all over the US ; I want every Home reading it. Every eye seeing it. And every heart to feel it. So can you please send this for me? I would but my email time is not that long and I do not have much time anyway. You know what Dad? I wondered what it would be like to truly understand what JFK said in his inaugural speech. 'When the time comes to lay down my life for my country, I do not cower from this responsibility. I welcome it.' Well, now I know. And I do. Dad, I welcome the opportunity to do what I do. Even though I have left behind a beautiful wife, and I will miss the birth of our first born child, I would do it 70 times over to fight for the place that God has made for my home. I love you all and I miss you very much. I wish I could be there when Sandi has our baby, but tell her that I Love her, and Lord willing, I will be coming home soon. Give Mom a great big hug from me and give one to yourself too. Aaron Let's help Aaron's dad spread the word. FREEDOM is not FREE Someone pays for you and me.

Miles Apart I want to hold you in my arms, for a long time, just to make sure that you are real, I want to feel your warm breath on my neck, I want to feel your hair on my shoulder, I want to feel your soft cheek against mine, I want to feel your tears fall down my back, I want to feel you wrap your arms around me tightly, I want to feel your breasts pressed tightly against my chest, I want to hold you forever in my arms, But we're miles apart. :(