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.
Ha! I'm laughing as I write the title to this piece due to the fact I know the vultures will swarm this one, hungry and blood thirsty. No, I'm not done. You will NEVER get that lucky!
I'm coming to you on a personal level. We're going to talk about one in a billion birth defect, and how my experience and experiments may be able to help you if you suffer from excruciating lower back pain.
My followers that have been around for a long time know I'm disabled. I was born with a one in a billion birth defect in my back. The birth defect isn't what left me disabled, it was the unexpected snap apart of said defect. Almost two months before my seventeenth birthday, I was thrown through a door in a fight. (Yes, I was a regular scrapper in my earlier years). I laid in the splintered remains of the door, allowing myself to lose my first fight ever, while crying my eyes out. This was a pain I had never felt in my entire life. The person I was fighting was my own father. He had PTSD from Nam, and this was the worst flashback yet. I handled his flashbacks, but this one caused us to be at war with each other. When he finally snapped back to, he asked all the normal questions, mainly wanting to know why I was on the floor and what in the blue hell happened to my door. My sister and I explained it to him, he helped me to my feet and patched the door.
A week later, Dad and I were talking, while I sat in the normal teenage slacker fashion. We talked regularly. My mother had abandoned us when I was four and my little sister was two, I lost my childhood to work and help take care of my sister and father. My Dad used to tell everyone I raised the whole family. I don't know how true that would be, but we became best friends due to the nature of our family. He was telling me deep secrets again. "Dad, I feel like I'm going to pass out and my legs are feeling weird," and it started. He told me to stand up and sit up straight, that would do the trick. I lifted myself up, and fell flat on my face. We did this four times before I drug myself to bed. The next morning, my left leg was stuck in a bent position and my right leg was stuck in a straight position. My dad and I figured I could use crutches, throw my weight with my arms onto the straight leg, and continue with school. It worked for a while, and all was good.
I was getting ready for the lead role in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (Hermia) and was an honors student. Marymount Manhattan wanted me and several colleges were offering full scholarships. I was already taking college courses and readying myself for a major in psychology. (I bought the books and was absorbing all the knowledge I could get.) I would attend college while in the military, fulfilling the lineage my family had for service. I had too much to lose, so I continued dealing with the pain of the crutches to make it to school every day.
We went to Dr. Armour, our family chiropractor. He put seven, count them, SEVEN vertebrae, back into place. (Who knew you could hit a door that hard.) I'll never forget that day. He said it might hurt a little (yes, I felt what was going although I couldn't much move). When he went to snap back in my dad heard one uttered guttural sound, and I didn't move or make a sound. I couldn't even breathe for a minute. I think, to this day, that it hurt worse to have them snap out of place, than to have them snapped back into place. He lowered the table after I got my air back, and I crumpled to the floor. The straight leg couldn't hold my weight. Poor Dr. Armour tried everything in his power (he didn't use x-rays, etc) to make me walk, and with tears, had to tell my dad and I there was nothing else he could do. He was at a loss. My heart broke for him when I saw his sorrow.
My girlfriend (I believe she was my fiance at this time), Krissy and Dad finally convinced me to go to the e.r. The doctors there learned I threw a mean fist quick. Dad was smart enough to grab my fist, so the doctors missed the blow. They kept wanting to force the straight leg bent and the bent leg straight. No offense, but pain of that nature would make ANYONE swing! They had me in tears, that is pain I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. They figured, with the knowledge of seven vertebrae being popped back in, it had to be a bulged disc. Here comes the first ever x-rays and mri's I can remember. I'm not a fan of mri's. You feel like you're in a coffin. They scratched their heads, for it wasn't what they thought, and couldn't figure out what it was. They gave me meds for the pain, the muscle tightness, and the swelling, and referred me to an orthopedic specialist.
No offense, but if all orthopedic specialists are like the few I had, they need to hang up their practice! What a joke! I was now wheelchair bound. I would crawl around the house, dragging my legs behind me, pulling myself up on things to do them (the "don't sit on the counter" rule went out the window). The whole time, it was mri after mri, x-ray after x-ray, and hallucinogenic medication after the other. It was a nightmare! They sent me to physical therapy, which did no good. They sent me to every test possible, they just kept scratching their heads. I needed homebound schooling, for the school was not handicap accessible. The doctors wouldn't sign off for it, believing they would gain intelligence overnight. The school told my teachers to give me 0's on everything. Mrs. Dean and Mr. Brady continued to give me 100's (I believe they were the only two), fully aware of the situation. I had a hard choice. Drop out or flunk out. With tears in my eyes, I gave up on my dreams, and told my dad to pull me out. He went to the school the next morning, and let me drop out. He couldn't understand why a school would not be willing to work with an AP, honors, gifted & talented, student. The answer? I was a trouble maker. From what dad said, the principal was picked up by his tie. Bye bye future.
A month after I quit going to the "specialists" due to the fact they were doing nothing for me, my shooting instructor, Mr. Givens I believe, called me. He told me to go his chiropractor. "If anyone could fix me, he could." I was tired of being a guinea pig, but discussed it with Dad, and we agreed it was worth a try. We went there with the x-rays, and within a minute, he circled the problem. Eight months of doctors, and it took him a MINUTE to figure it out. He circled the x-ray in my lower back, and started with the explanation. It's a one in a billion birth defect. An extra bone came in through my pelvic region and attached to the left lobe of my lowest vertebrae. When this fusion snapped apart, it ate my sciatic nerve. He fixed me up and sat me down. The rest of the diagnosis was ominous. If I sneeze the wrong way, I will be paralyzed for the rest of my life. He started going through all the activities I loved, and told me I would be best off doing none of them. Sorry to say, but I've not heeded his advice. I know what it's like to have regrets. I regretted a lot when my legs quit working the first time, I refuse to lay down and play dead from fear!
NP Konrardy was the next in line to treat me. He devised a "cocktail" that has only been upgraded three times in twelve years. The reason why is I stay off the meds for as long as I can, and stretch them out as far as I can when I get them. I don't want to become an addict, and ensure it won't happen. NP Konrardy passed away in a Harley accident, and now it's NP Van Wettering. I saw him over a year ago. He gave me a month's worth of this "cocktail," which was stretched for three months. I will be returning to a doctor soon. My back is trying for it's last hoorah again, and the company Lou is leaving refused to acknowledge home time requests to get me to my doctor in Central Texas, FULLY aware of my back condition. Instead, people who live in Illinois would run the shuttles available in Texas. (They only allowed time off once, out of 10 requests.)
No, I do not drive. I do live in the truck. I am either in severe pain or am totally numb. I don't belong behind a wheel, and do not trust myself enough to not worry about my legs giving out and not being able to stop when YOUR family is in front of me. No, I'm not forced to stay in the truck, like so many try to believe. It is entirely my decision. I've been asked if I can handle it 100 times over by Lou. Plain and simply put, I love my life, my lifestyle, and this industry. I take the bumps with as much grace as possible. What I do to my back in the truck is no worse than me pulling doubles as a waitress on concrete floors in high velocity restaurants to support my ex-husband, so I don't need people telling me it hurts me. I will be paralyzed permanently from the waist down, it's a simple fact of life. Lou watches for medical advances daily, hoping they'll come up with the answer to my back issues. So far, the exeskeleton seems to be my best bet. No, I'm not on disability. This was Lou's decision. He would rather me be taken care of by him than have the government take care of me.
Those with back problems in trucking, I do have a few ideas for you. Understand, not everything works for everyone. But, it's options to try. First, take a minute to stretch every hour to hour and a half. I do it to get the nerves to quit feeling stressed. My best friend in the world is biofreeze. It works better than anything else out there for muscles. Drink plenty of water! Believe it or not, your water intake makes a huge difference. If you have a wife, crank the radio, and slow dance with her or two step (do it out in the truck stop in the parking lot if need be, who cares who looks at you?). The swaying of your hips when dancing helps loosen it up, as per chiropractors. Lay down with your legs bent in a 40 degree angle for 30 minutes a day. Stretch, stretch, and stretch. The atrophy those with back issues in trucking have are a lot of times associated with the lack of muscle movement. Stretching forces said muscles to flex. The nurse at the e.r., when we brought Lou there for his condochonditis, explained he could two extra strength/migraine excedrin with two ibuprofen without hurting hisself or overdosing. There is also non-narcotic toradol (sp?) by prescription. The doctor at the e.r. looked up federal regs, prescribed loritabs until the inflammation and pain stopped for Lou. He just had to wait six hours between taking it and driving. Remember, heating pads are your friends also!
A little background before I go into what I did learn yesterday. There is one lady with OOIDA that I lost all respect for during the Arrow debacle. She reared her ugly head into my target range again yesterday. This upset me higher for one reason:Yesterday was the only day off I had taken in a long time. Even on vacation in March, I spent a few hours on the computer and phone each day with the drivers. On vacation, I even built the Wishes On Wheels Midsouth website. I took the day off for health reasons. I went to move my leg on Sunday, and it wouldn't move. I did not need added stress when my back decided to give out. That being said, the day off would not happen.I did a Call to Arms concerning Westboro going to Joplin. Thank each of you that helped make it go viral. It is good to see people standing up for what's right. Sunday, reports started coming in that the drivers at the J in Joplin had some of the WBC cult blocked in at the J. While watching the feed lining up in Joplin, even news reporters were talking about said drivers creating a blockade. A television anchor reporting it through tweets confirmed it well enough to me. It went VIRAL! Fast forward to Sandi Soendecker: Sandy Long May 29 at 4:42pm Report Just got word from Sandi Soendeker who called the J itself that nothing happened there...wondered why I couldn't find any news reports of it... Margies Sh turned out to not be true. A very good friend of mine that is the Managing Editor of a well respected industry publication has spoken with Management at the Flying J who told her no such events occurred. Additionally, I have been able to find nothing in the media to corroborate this. As much as WBC disgusts me, I feel the need to clear this up. What's right is right. 21 hours ago · Like So, yesterday afternoon, I called the J and talked to the manager, a friendly woman named Stephanie. She said this did not take place in their parking lot. She did, however, confirm the reports were true, just at a different truck stop. She said she was unsure which one, but asked me to check with the Petro. The Petro's manager, Joel, was clueless. So, I called Joplin Police, where I spoke to the EOC Officer named Shane. He called back after being briefed by the police chief. Here is the facts, the hardcore facts:Steve Drain is a follower of Westboro. His name on twitter is @WBCSteve, as Margie Phelps informed me. They were there protesting, they weren't allowed entry to the memorial service though. This also came from the Phelps. So, reports indicating that they were a total no-show are inconsistent. Margie also confirmed via tweets that the truckers had someone blocked in (taunting unrelentlessly that we had their goons instead of the actual Phelps, telling us to let the poor saps go and come to them). She also tweeted that when Steve struck at a driver, he was showing "God's Wrath." The police department in Joplin confirmed that Drain was detained and escorted off the county. Officers from other precincts who had volunteered to help were the ones who handled Steve. Since there were no arrests, there was no report made. Therefore, not even the chief of police knows what happened. They can neither confirm nor deny that the truckers had blocked anyone in. They will, however, say that they are well aware the truckers were helping that day, and that they've been helping since day one. They are appreciative of everything everyone is doing. We will never have a full count of trucker fatalities due to the tornado. Basically, there will never be a full recount of what happened on Sunday. I know truckers that were there, at the actual peace rally. I am asking for one favor. If ANY of you have pictures of the truckers taking action that day in Joplin, just ONE picture, email it to me at trkrsvoice@thetruckersvoice.net! It seems everyone else that did anything felt bragging rights. I want to show them yall were there, and yall did good.! Don't let OOIDA debunk your efforts!
I know, I know. There are many of you scratching your heads, knowing I'm anti-union. What no one sees is the fact that even the worst differences should be put aside for the greater good of the industry and the truckers. I'm hoping the next time I call Hoffa, I can remember the time differential, and we can actually speak, for I barely missed him, but was not brickwalled by Teamster headquarters.
There's a lot of issues the Teamsters and I will never see eye to eye on, for, truthfully, we are both hard headed entities with hard headed drivers backing us up. On the other hand, there is one issue we agree on.
The issues are that Mexican trucks should not be coming into the U.S. I'm mainly against this due to one major threat...............safety! With the cartels vying for power in many of the border states, I truly believe that they will get the power they are looking for through the trucks coming in. No matter how much money is spent fighting this "war," the politicians and enforcement forces are forgetting one train of thought, the thoughts of a criminal. Unless they can get the craftiness needed for some of the blatant crimes, they will never be able to figure out how to stop them. Also, with the illegal immigration numbers blowing up out of control, why risk it? Basically, they can come in on a truck, and just disappear. There is no promise these truckers will go back to Mexico. I grew up in the South, I remember the spike in semi caused accidents due to the unsafe drivers and unsafe equipment. Why risk it all?
The Teamsters have quoted this site twice on their blogs. They know we are united on this front, and they deserve all the credit for doing what this industry honestly needs, uniting! Too many people can't put differences aside and move toward the greater good. I'm including the links to the Teamster blogs for you to see for yourself.
Teamsters, kudos!
When you're at home, your road gets a pothole right in front of your house. What do you do? Call the city manager, and in a small amount of time, that tiny pothole is filled.
I'm at home, and there's a pothole big enough to house all the minions Hades can hold, and allow them to live comfortably. What do i do? I file a complaint to the truck stop, citing safety, etc. Then, a year later, that pothole is bigger.........the minions of Hades needed a mansion! Did I enter a third world county once I got in a truck? I certainly didn't see that as part of the agreement.
Yet, everywhere you look, truckers are getting the shaft. The few creature comforts you would want the backbone and life supply of your country aren't given to them. Why? Partly corporate greed, partly detached politicians, and the rest are because people are idiots! In this series, we will look at every incident in which these hardworking men and women, and the loved ones who've dedicated their lives to being beside them (like I have), have been treated less than fair. Let's start with the truck stops...........we'll give you some eye openers!
1. Potholes. Yes, there have been trucks damaged by the necssity of these truck stops not patching these. Some I believe attach Hades to the truck stop with how deep they run. I've sent pictures in with this article about a truck's damage from hitting such a said pothole at the Flying J in North Platte, Nebraska.
2. Price gouging, i.e. highway robbery. I take pain meds for a back condition. I try to use OTC's as much as possible for I hate the narcotic side effects of prescriptions. I will say, migraine medicine is one of the best examples I've found. I can buy a pack at any retailer or pharmacy for $3.33. Go to the truck stop and it's $6.98. Pardon me? Same size package for over twice the amoint? This happens to everything from laundry detergent to athlete's foot spray. Why? Because with the sheer volume of customers we all know these truck stops receive, they have yet to figure out that if they would cut the price, we wouldn't be frequenting retailers, etc.
3. Shoving candy bars down your throat. How many times do I have to hear a driver say "If I wanted a Kit Kat bar, I would've grabbed one." The signs for these "awesome promotions" are wallpapered throughout the entire truck stop, including every bathroom stall. When you check out, they must honestly believe you're illiterate, because you have to hear them ask you if you want one. No ma'am, the 500 signs in your store didn't compel me, your rude self won't either.
4. Which brings us to the overall attitude! If I want to go somewhere I'll be treated like a piece of garbage, I guarantee you, I would not frequent it often! Please, when coming to work at a truck stop, leave your attitude at home! These people you give rude looks to, act like their stupid (I was on the phone with a manager yesterday who's cashier had the "I am God" attitude), and treat like your 5 year old child who just colored on the walls with a permanent marker, PAY YOUR PAYCHECK! Without these hardworking men and women, you wouldn't get said paycheck. You also wouldn't have food, cigarettes, juice, clothes, bedding, your furniture in your house, or your house! That's right, they brought every bit of that to you!
5. Corporate America, quit messing with the drivers. Truck stop corporations will network with me until I call a facility a shithole (go to www.thetruckersvoice.net tomorrow for my challenge to them). Face it, if the drivers say it's a shithole, it's a shithole!
6. If you have security, have them do their job! We just recently had 10 screw-on lug nut caps (8" spikes) stolen off the truck. Security was there, but too busy flirting. At the TA Ontario East, security was unaware of a man carrying a gun around the truck stop until Ontario PD had responded to a call. Security should make us safer. 90% of the time, it simply means there's one less welfare recipient. Make sure they are trained properly and doing their jobs properly please!
7. Truck stop execs, do you not hear the entire industry screaming we need more parking? So, why is Little America in Cheyenne allowing ABF to use them as a drop yard. We could barely fit a 13' wide in there due to this. Schneider has rented out part of the Pilot parking lot in Des Moines. There were more pumpkins in the main lot then where their drop spots, which the main lot lost those parking spots for. What's wrong with this pic? (The video of this will be on YouTube shortly under TheTrkrsVoice.) If these companies need lots, they can rent their own!
8. The recession is not over. Claiming it is to try to give a $200 a night rate on a Sunday as your "CDL Special" makes me think you're on drugs! Most company drivers make between 34 and 40 cpm, and the owner ops are drowning!
Truck stops and those who work in them, please remember who made you! You forget the truckers, they'll forget you, and I'll constantly remind them to forget! This is where I draw the line. Fix it or I'll call out the locations and bad experiences as they come in. It will all be fact based. Don't want to network with me because you have a shithole? No problem. The full stop of business at that shithole might make you realize we're fed up!
Drivers and co-pilots, keep the shiny side up and the rubber side down. Till next time, be safe!
I have endorsed many organizations and charities. Due to some moves that could only be known as "backwoods politics," I have pulled away from a lot of them. Wishes On Wheels is one I still totally endorse. As soon as I have all the info, I will post it. I'm hoping to make Southaven have an 18 wheel headache! One of the other ones I thoroughly enjoy networking with is Greg Martin of Dispatch Me Home. They need support. Here is the letter sent to me:
Dispatch Me Home/ The Movie:
Sam Morris 'Sam The Man' to his friends, has traveled this country from coast to coast, border to border, and then some. But this dispatch is different. This is Sam's last run. After over 40 years on the road he has decided its time to give the good dispatches to the younger drivers, and for him and Chloe, his trusted 18 wheeler, to dispatch themselves down the road to their last truck stop.
We are now looking for funding to complete the screenplay, then I am off to a very interested Hollywood. Names such as Tom Selleck and Sam Elliott have been mentioned to play the lead roll of our Sam the Man. There will be placement ad opportunities and cameo appearances for investors. If you have funding ideas please contact me. Thank you.
Greg
gmventure@gmail.com
www.dispatchmehome.com
www.dispatchmehomeradio.com
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