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DP Challenge Nice Is as Nice Does/ Helping Hand

 

Daily Prompt: Nice Is as Nice Does

Tell us about the nicest thing you’ve ever done.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.
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I try to always be kind so it took a few minutes to come up with something to share with you on this  DP Challenge.  I was raised to do for others in need so I will share with you, a day in my life as a trucker.  Truckers are good for the most part but like anything we can get a bad rap from the few who are not.

It was a rainy day as I traveled from Roxbury Massachusetts back and forth up and down the SE Expressway.  I was hauling a huge 100 yard, live floor, trash trailer. I would leave the transfer station grossing out at 100,000(pounds) GVW .  I would then travel down to a trash to energy plant on the upper cape and race back for another load.  The day goes a little slower when it is messy out, either we slow down or there is back up in traffic due to ones who didn’t and caused crashes.   I was coming back from my second  trip when up ahead of me people where hitting their brakes and trying to avoid an elderly man who was attempting to change his tire.  I moved over to the right land then up behind him with my semi.  I put the 4 ways on(hazard lights)and jumped out of my cab, in the pouring rain.  I told the man I would take care of it and for him to get back inside of his full size sedan,  to say he was shocked to see me a young, curvy blonde female offering to take care of him would be an understatement.  I went to his trunk and got out the spare and thankfully it was aired up and the jack.  I got on the ground, jacked up his car and loosened the lug nuts and took off flat tire.  I then put the full size spare on and placed the flat and tools back into his trunk, all within 5 to 10 minuets.  It was a torrential downpour type of rain but being the kind of hauler I was I spent most of my sixteen hours a day outside and up on top of my trailer so I knew I would not melt. I went up to the drivers door all the while Boston traffic whipping by, which is why I did not what him doing it at 70+ years old, and knocked on his window and said he was all set and I would tell him when to safely pull out.  He was so thankful he even tried to give me money, guess some people are not used to people just being kind and wanting nothing in return.  I thanked him for his offer but reminded him that it was my own truck and that my Dad would kill me if I took money for doing the right thing.  He called me an angel and I told him to have a wonderful day and not to forget to fix or get a new spare and when it was safe to pull into that Boston highway, off he went.  Yes I was drenched but  my truck was running with heat on I could dry off a little on the way back for load 3 and usually there was a wait as well.  See it is never about me it was about making sure he was not hit in traffic,  that I could not live with besides not many will chance hitting a trailer like I pull, which was solid steel, so I felt safe on the ground in front of my rig.  I felt good as I pulled away from the edge of the roadway and that is how I always feel when I do the right thing, like giving a helping hand.
 

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Looking At Myself

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Daily Prompt: Mirror, Mirror

Look in the mirror. Does the person you see match the person you feel like on the inside? How much stock do you put in appearances?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MIRRORED.

Great question put forth by the Daily Prompt.  I would have to say most days as I get ready, in front of the mirror and I see myself in the harsh light of day,  I am exactly who I appear to be but once I step out of that bathroom and begin my day I am so much younger and still full of dreams yet to come.  I stay out of that room as much as I can so I guess I would say in the end I place no stock into who I see in the mirror of mine.
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Sixteen and feeling loved

I was in high school as my sixteenth birthday arrived.

  I was enrolled in a program to become a secretary though the other choices for me were culinary arts, technical illustrating and electronics.  I had made my choice and began to learn how to type and take shorthand, both of which I loved.

Mom and Dad had gone out and bought me a beautiful, electric typewriter, for my Sweet Sixteen birthday gift.  We did not have money for expensive things like that and I felt so loved to see they had got me something  I could use while doing my homework.

  Now the day got even better as we had a cake my Mom made and since  she was a baker and fantastic cake decorator it was not only gorgeous but delicious too!  When all the hugs and kisses were done with Dad handed me a small box.  I could see by the look on my Mom’s face this would also be a surprise for her as well.  I kissed Daddy and said thank you as I began to open this “extra” present.  It was a gorgeous watch, white gold in fact with diamonds inside or something like that.  Not sure how Mom felt but Dad was so happy to see how much I loved the watch. He said I was growing up and would need one to be home for curfew.  I loved my Dad! 
My sixteenth birthday was  AWESOME!