A woman named Linda once was traveling from Alberta to the Yukon. The highway was rutted and rugged, but Linda naively set out on her trip in a small rundown car. The first night on the toad, she found a room at a motel near a summit. When she responded to her 5 A.M. wake-up call, she saw the mountaintops were shrouded in early-morning fog. At breakfast, two truck drivers invited Linda to join them, and since the breakfast room was very small, she did.
One of the truckers asked, “Where are you headed?” When she said “Whitehorse,” the other driver said, “In that little car? In this fog? No way!”
“I’m going to try,” Linda said bravely. “Then we’ll have to hug you,” one trucker said. Linda drew back, “There’s no way I’m going to let you touch me!” The truckers chuckled. “Not like that,” one of them said. “We’ll put one truck in front of you and the other behind you. We’ll get you through the mountains.”
All morning, Linda followed the two red dots which were the taillights of the truck in front of her, with the reassurance of a big escort behind her. She made the trek through the treacherous passage safely.
Friends are those who are there to “hug” and help others as they go through tough times.
A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down.
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