The People Who Show Up Tired Are the Ones Holding Us Together

The People Who Show Up Tired Are the Ones Holding Us Together

A few adults smiled at that.

Then I kept going.

“But when the country got scared and the roads went quiet, I was still out there.”

The gym changed.

Not loud.

Not dramatic.

Just still.

“I hauled baby formula when parents were panicking. I hauled canned soup when shelves were stripped. I hauled the kind of medicine people wait on in small towns where there’s one pharmacy, one clinic, and no room for delay.”

Now nobody was moving.

“I missed birthdays. I missed school plays. One Christmas Eve, I ate crackers in my cab behind a dark loading dock because my trailer had to be at a distribution center before dawn. If I turned around and went home, somebody else’s kids woke up to less.”

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