The book is about a man and a hike on my trunk area where kids seem to drop out of school, not having vision. My husbands grandson, as a little boy and when he could begin to talk, he wanted to drive a big truck. Every time he saw my husband, he’d say, Its Uncle driving by with the big truck! Through the years, he always wanted to drive the big truck. And now out of the (I don’t know how many) kids in the community. I understand (at the Midway, Hemingway, South Carolina) that he was the only boy in the community with that stuff in his dream. Now he drives an eighteen-wheeler, and I just thought the book can be an inspiration and a way to honor my husband for driving the truck for thirty-six years and for the children to have a goal and so on and so on. Then again, it could be a good day, and the reason he saw my husband with his job was because it was a good way of saying that he was making a good living for himself to provide for his family.
