Sechelt, BC, Canada, not in, WA
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Punk in Property Maintenance hitting the tradewinds.
I've been out of trucking school for a year now. I went to "TRU"– Thompson Rivers University, in Kamloops, British Columbia Canada, Class 1 "Greenhorn Driver" programme.
www.tru DOT ca/trades/continuing-studies/professional-driver-training/courses/class1greenhorn.html
My post, 'mid-life crisis' goal is to be self-directed and financially secure.
I am keeping a Trucking School Diary (on the 'social link,' above.) It's an attempt to show the progress from Punk to Professional. That would be a better name for the blog, at this point. You may find it a cringe-worthy read! It's true to its creative intent as it shows a grand developmental progression.
In life, I have attempted, and accomplished feats that people didn't believe could be done. Taking on the biggest challenge to date, I attempt to accomplish my most stupendous maneuver – to change myself.
"It's about grabbing hold of the wheel of life. Pushing yourself to the limit, making mistakes, learning from them, and ultimately (hopefully) landing on your feet running. It's an honest take on trying to live life by learning a new challenging career. "
Glancing back at the breakwater while walking home with my three legged dog,
I witnessed across the bay a curling fog blanketing the graveyard. I felt I was looking at this 20 year scene for the last time.
2018 is a new year... a new beginning .
"Fallen Angel Trucker Rescue"
Poised on the edge of tomorrow
Ready to leap into the abyss
Listless dreams and a lust for life
One last look back down
At friends lost to the valley mist
Different paths taken
Debt paid in full, blessed yet battleworn
Who knew it would be this challenging?
Defying the inertia of sleep
High on the bridge, shining like a beacon
A truck idles as if magically suspended over the sleeping town
One last miraculous demonstration to witness
The questioning passenger door propped open
Will anyone answer the call to life?
On the road now
The future bright for those who toil late and long in the night
A call to assist those who awaken in the dark
finding themselves in the graveyard of life
I started with a paper route
Artist, signmaker, graphics
farm hand, stable keeper
worked as bartender
and cleaned windows and gutters
then I died
trucker jesus awaits
on the other side of the highway
my skeleton on fire
flesh dropping in chunks
To be entrusted with the responsibility of people's safety, vehicles and cargo is a privilege, not a right.
~A year later: The dog I inherited from my late step-father has died of natural causes, but the memory of them still walk with me~
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