To know Lou is to like Lou. He is laid back, and always smiling. He treats everyone fairly, until they push him past his limit. Basically, if you don't like Lou, it's typically because there's something wrong with you.

Lou never knows a stranger, and talks freely with people. One of his favorite activities was to shoot the crud with the other drivers at the truck stop. Although he had me on the road for the longest time, he remembered the lonely days on the road, and what it means to have someone hold a conversation and smile, letting you know you're not alone.
Lou helped in almost every situation he came across. The exception of the rule came on an early morning run (just after midnight) on I-70 in Indiana, right before Illinois. A suicidal woman stepped out and stopped in front of our truck. He knew it was a situation better handled by another woman, and let me handle it, while he watched from the cab, until the situation between her boyfriend and her required back up from him.

He didn't care what company you're with. He'd call out to every truck on the shoulder, to see if they needed help. Once, one did. He walked back a mile to try and help the guy, to no avail. He still had to be towed off. An old man came up to him in negative temps and a snow storm, asking help sliding his tandems. He helped a Werner driver learn where to put coolant in and what the coolant light meant. He re-routed for several drivers who needed help with break downs. To him, a little extra time or miles was worth it if he could help someone. Two of the things he enjoyed most were Wishes on Wheels Midsouth and Trucking Santas, for he could see the help.
The load above changed something on helping matters. Lou severely damaged his back while transloading it from trailer to trailer. He herniated a disc in two different spots, causing nerve root compression, facet hypertrophy, and pressing the disc into his thecal sac (the sac of fluid protecting your spinal cord). He fought the pain for six months. Then, one day, he couldn't even climb into a truck. Within two weeks, his world had been turned upside down. He no longer drives, for he ended up having issues getting the brake pedal to agree to his leg, for he had issues pushing the brake pedal down hard enough to stop. He is awaiting the doctor to pull his medical card and sign off on disability, and has already secured a disability attorney. We are also a month into waiting for a decision from St. Christopher Trucker Fund. He now has me tend to him around the clock, for he can't move very far before his body is ready to quit, but still tries to be hard headed about it.
The hardest part, though, has been to accept that he needed help. Our friends realized that him being done trucking meant that we were in bad shape. They realized this meant that we didn't have the money for the doctors or even for rent, and they weren't taking no for an answer of being there to help. We literally came off the truck, not even having a place to live. Lou tried to refuse their help, not wanting to have it get in the way of Trucking Santas. Finally, Mitchell Stein told me to make a fundraiser on YouCaring. So, that night, while Lou was asleep, I swallowed my pride, and did just that. The turn out was amazing, and humbling. Many times Lou and I were both left speechless and in tears, realizing how blessed we were to have such great friends. We would like to take a few minutes to thank everyone who helped out, including the anonymous people I can't list on here. We would like to thank those that we know will be continuing to help us as we wait for security and for my work to start paying off. We would also like to thank those that couldn't help, but have been there with tremendous moral support. Having all of you there, and knowing you care have made a huge difference in our lives. It has given Lou a new belief in humanity also.

We would like to thank Todd McCann, who couldn't help himself, but ended up relentlessly pursuing others to get involved, with good results. We would also like to thank Evan Lockridge from The Lockridge Report, for raising awareness of the situation online and on the radio.

We would also like to thank Brenny Transportation, Lone Star Large Cars, Jack Goldstein, Michael Goldstein, Christy Kuppler, Thomas Heatherman, Joel Sims, Gracie Berry, Jana Huolt, Jeremiah Adams (especially for hauling all our heavy stuff for us), Shirie Shipp, Lightning Logistics (Bekins), Riggs & Recruits, Sarge Lewis (he's been our transportation, and forced us to eat out), Brian Peters, Jacquie Vincent, Shane ?, David Beem, Jurgen & Tracy Reid, Matt Grigsby, Michelle Sutton, Mike & Tina DiBartolo, Porter Corn, Everett & Melody Appelt, George Baisden, L. Dawn Tait, Mike Laffey, NosillaCast on Twitter, Deuspenny on Twitter, Good Time Charlie, Todd Neva, Steve & Michelle Piatkowski, Yvonne Mansini, Carrie Marrero, Timothy Boswinkle, Danielle Donnelly, Sheri Olson, Ang Anderson, King (who is King?), Dale Buckley, Peter Toft, Hole in the Head (James Hightower), Bartkomt Overal, Mack & Becca Allison, Roadway Safety Store, Jim Johnson, Tess & Ravin Smith, Frog Truck Escort, Tiffany & Allen Parker, MaidenAmerica on Twitter, Eddie Gudino, Marty Hunt, Lisa Yingling, Mitchell Stein, Mark Fornaro, Bear and T Whiterhurst, Deb Swenson, Tim Nichols, the anons, and the person who threatened to kill me if I ever mentioned his name in so many words. I will adjust this list as more people step up, for they deserve full credit.

Thank you again, everyone, for your full support of whatever kind, while we go through such a hard transition, I'd list the names of everyone who reposted, but that would be enough to fill up an entire book. You've touched us to no end, and we will never forget the love and support.

So that I don't have to answer how to help every time that someone would like to help, I'm including an easy donation button at the bottom of this. Thank yall again! We can never repay yall for what your love has done for us.
 
 
This was wrote during a very rough part of my life and actually won awards.

Thinking, lying here dying,
I try to speak but the words are trying
Falling in love with him was all wrong,
But where wrong is always right, he belonged
He hit me more times than hugged,
But he was the kind that only knew tough love
I would cry, and he would too,
He'd apologize and say "I love you"
I took the abuse for too long to say,
And I finally fought back today
I should've just left, forgot about him
But I had to be on top, I had to win
My jaw is shattered, my body broken
He's keeping a tooth for his token
I hit him once, he took at his gun
What can i say, I guess he won
All along, my friends thought too
He loves you, it couldn't happen to you
 
 
I lay awake, crying
Since you've left, I feel I'm dying
Seven years and you say you're done
My heart can't go on
We were doing so good,
Our love could've withstood
An eternity of happiness and pain
A lifetime of sunshine and rain
I pray for you to walk through the door
Come back to the wife and children you adore
If this is the only way for you to be okay,
I will love still until my dying day
 
 
I have started the 1st in my series about truckers being treated like third class citizens. The first one focused on the treatment of truck stops and is available at http://tinyurl.com/4cz3jtv.

My challenge to the 3 major truck stop chains. You may get offended at the idea of having a shithole, but frankly, there are places that the biggest and meanest men won't venture through the parking lot at night. There are places when all night some lot lizard is beating on every door possible. There are places where drivers get robbed inside and out, where drivers (yes, even male, one reported his rape to me) are raped in the bathroom. These are your shitholes! They are the places that drivers remember your name for.

My challenge to my readers is to comment which shitholes you've been to. Town, chain, and circumstances. Now, with these places, I want the corporates of this truck stop to go to a truck rental and park for 10 hours overnight. You will walk in to use the restroom or get something. You will shower at that facility. You will eat the food we have to eat. You will not let the employees know you are corporate so that you won't receive special treatment. You will sleep in the truck. If the problem is due to your shop, you will take the truck into the shop and get what the commentor was having done. At no point can you let your employees know it is you. Then, and only then, will you see why we deem your facility a shithole. Drivers, co-pilots, and pilot cars, please comment and demand them see what we go through. Enough is enough.

The saddest part is, I doubt the corporate guys from at least 2 of these names will do it!

And, if you'd like, we'll arrange for another trucker to be beside you so you can feel safer. Will you accept?