Life is a blur then BAMB!

Life is a Blurr then BAMB!


EMOTION
Annie Thompson

I would like to ask a question. I am not very sure it can be answered but, I would like to ask everyone, none the less. If we considered the body working in its entirety together with all of its functions and senses and then took away the sense of “emotion”, allowing the body to work without interruptions from emotion, how well would it work? Now, if we started adding emotion back in at each persons own distinct emotional levels, could we find out just how much each individuals bodies can feasibly handle and by questioning this our selves can we gain strength over our emotions, therefore gaining better control over our bodies and how we physically respond to emotion? I think this is a question of logic and reason vs. emotion.

When you find out that someone you love has been stricken by a heart attack due to stress, does that make you question the stress levels in your own life and feel the need to have better control over the way your body reacts to stress?

Would love to hear your thoughts on this.

Thanks.

Annie

Homeless!

SAINT LOUIS, Mo....So when I left you last the truck was out of service and in desperate need of repair. There goes more money into the expense column. Yeah me. This picture was taken during the rescue of Jeff my hero driver with Chad my hero friend at the wheel. As you can see it was late and so much to see. This is an amazing lighting fixture on top of a building. Wow. Jeff was not so lucky, he was stranded in a very bad part of town, getting approached and yelled at by very scary people. The truck would not run and so he was also waiting out in the cold for and hour waiting for help. The rescue was a success and the truck repaired and back on the road in one day. So, needless to say I did not lose the $800.00 worth of loads, I only lost about $300.00. We survived and now we have once again pulled off an agreement with the company we are running for to give us designated runs right here in St. Louis. Now we are getting somewhere and hopefully we will find an affordable pad to hold office and lay our heads for a while till we find where this is going to lead and where we will be moving on to next. Can’t wait to see where this leads. Life is good. We miss the kids and the grandbabies but I AM SO HAPPY! Wow. This feels like BLISS!!!!!!


HOMELESS…by: Annie Thompson

Envision this… There is a hotel and in this hotel lives a little old black woman. This early morning with grey overcast skies and the interstate right next door with all it’s sounds from cars and trucks whizzing by this little old lady is seen walking from the hotel towards the outer road of the interstate all bundled up and carrying a suitcase. She walks a few feet and then sets down the suitcase and rests and then she picks it up and starts the process over again of walking and resting, walking and resting. I asked her if she was okay and she looked at me and said, ”Oh, yes mam. I’m fine.” and then she continued on her journey. At that moment I was bound and determined to find the story behind this little old lady and why she is out there walking the streets with a suitcase. I went back inside the hotel and found the housekeeper cleaning my room and asked him what he knew about her. Apparently she lives here and everyday she goes out into the street and finds people to help her pay for her room and living expenses. Is this begging? Why? Why does she not have a family to take care of her, why is she all alone? Here is a picture that does not fit. A little old lady with out any money and without anywhere to go is living in a hotel, walking the streets begging. There is a giant church across the way, have they ever noticed her? They are a church, aren’t they supposed to reach out to people? She walks right in front of it every day. There are policeman every where whose job it is to protect and serve, why haven’t they taken her to a shelter? Why hasn’t she been taken to a hospital for observation to see if she needs treatment for something and then place into the Vocational Rehabilitation system?

I am very gullible I will admit, but this is just one little old lady and there are millions just like her roaming the streets. It is amazing to me that there are billions of people on this earth but yet there are so many that are all alone.

$800 worth of loads on the chopping block!

Saint Louis, MO. February 15, 2010.

Bridges, cities, Jeff (My Hero) and hotel rooms, these have been the places we have been and the gypsy’s we have become driving across the country side trying to make a living so we can obtain the life we want. Lately the start-up process of Thompson Trucking Co. has been fun and painless. We have enjoyed a hotel room for a week and are getting ready to head back to the home front to deliver some cars in Kansas City, pick up our dog (Baby), check on the house and (I have paused for quite some time trying to think of what to say) well, I am just not sure where we are headed from there.

Jeff has called and informed me that every order that I have obligated us to must be cancelled because the truck is (wait for it…wait for it….grit the teeth now) BROKEN. Now what? I have hit an endless wall of steel. Looking forward to seeing how we survive this one.

Bridges & Man

February 11, 2010

Saint Louis, MO. It has certainly been an exciting and incredible week. The Thompson Trucking Co. (yup that is us) has finally yielded enough income for the company to afford a hotel room for a week. Yes! This suite is wonderful, warm, private and roomy. The work has been a little slow coming this week but I just succeeded in completing my very first attempt at price negotiating with the company we are running for to give us more money for the loads we take. The negotiations were a success and I have sent Jeffrey off to stretch his legs a little further down the road for a little more money. Now that is what is called a successful day and on top of that the company is booked with loads clear up to next week.

Tomorrow we are going to an auction at the place we have been hauling to and the auction line-up is for “Big Rigs”, so we are going to look and see what these trucks go for. That is going to be great. Still not enough money for that yet but, we can see what kind of deals we can get there. Still hoping for that Ford Sterling with the 110” sleeper but, till then, we push on.



Moving on with the story for now…………..



Introducing a theory on faith. Life can be hard enough as it is let alone having nothing to have faith in.

That theory is that anyone can have faith in anything that has never been associated with creation made by MAN.

Love and all feelings good and bad are not a creation of man. They are effected by man.

Mother Nature was not created by man, but has been terribly affected by man.

The creation of family is an empowerment not created by man, but yet so many are destroyed by man.

A person’s self respect and dignity is not created by man, but can so be crushed by man.

Some might say, “I am going to live in the jungle, it’s safer.”

Thanks and Good night.

Breakfast with I-70 and St. Louis

Wed. Feb. 3, 2010


WAKE UP! Oh, owe, move! Okay, I’ll wait, you move. Hurry up. Got to unfold the body and put the feet on some surface, wait, can’t stand up. Find pants, find socks, find shoes. Lay down, pull on pants, owe! Okay, pull legs up and put on shoes and socks. Wow, now reach in between the door and the seat, find the door handle, open the door and try not to fall out. Oh, my goodness, wow is it cold. No, no, no, too cold. Ugghhh! Find bag with toiletries. No, it is in the toolbox on the trailer. Wow! Cold, cold. Hurry, cold. Run, run, run into the fuel stop bathroom because it is COLD. Hope no-one else is in there, Now, do everything you normally do without the shower. Hope the memory also remembered to bring a wash rag. Completey cover the small space on counter ( Nice, this one has a counter) with paper towels as not to get any germs on my stuff and get to work trying to make this hair and face look normal and not like road-kill. Ha! Once finished, the sad takes over that there is not enough time or resources to make this look flattering. Give up and go on and try not to be so vain. Very hard.

Now, remember this is an adventure. Not a battle. Look forward to the day’s surprises and GO GET ’EM!

Great. Fifteen loads booked and two going back to home for the weekend. Thirty calls made, seven cars loaded and un-loaded, thirty faxes chased down and sent at any fax machine that can be found, twenty-two straps unrolled and rolled back up and, no way, it is already six o’clock, p.m..

Now, it is time to find a truck stop closest to the next pick-up, get some food(What ever can be found, which is usually not friendly food) eat, do the bathroom routine again because there will be no shower tonight, throw everything up in the front seat, squeeze ourselves into the small bed we made in the back seat and try to get some sleep. Hope for a better week next and a little money for a room with a bathroom for a few weeks. This could be done a lot cheaper in a big rig WITH A 110” SLEEPER! But, to get that, this must be done first.

Keep hoping and keep trucking.

Good night all.