
I’M A TRUCK DRIVER—BUT MY FAMILY THINKS IT’S A JOKE
I’ve been driving trucks for eight years—long hauls, rain or shine. I love the freedom and solitude. It’s not just a job; it’s who I am. But my family doesn’t get it. My mom calls it a phase. My sister mocks me for not being “feminine.” My dad shakes his head. Last Thanksgiving, my uncle…