…the would-be trucker has struck out! Yes folks, I blew it. Senior moments kept hitting at all the wrong times and I couldn’t recall things that I knew so well that I was sick of them. Hours of reading and re-reading the list of things to check on a pretrip were spent to no avail. Pages and pages of hand-written lists were likewise. My mornings spent standing in near-zero degree weather, wind howling and list in hand, forcing myself to look at truck parts that I’d looked at dozens of times before, seemed utterly wasted. All the knowledge in the world can be useless, if you can’t remember things when you need them.
I was never the type to get test-panic in school. I felt pretty laid-back this morning. The guy who gave the test was very nice and tried to give me plenty of time to recall things and even made it obvious when there was more that I needed to mention, but I’ve always been the type whose memory can’t be forced; it’s either there or it’s not. This morning it was not. The only thing that I can figure is that somewhere deep down inside of this old geezer, is a thirteen-year-old kid who chokes on tests. Some of you will remember that I had to take part of my “written” test a second time to get my CDL learner’s permit. Or maybe the Lord’s just trying to keep me humble.
Oh well, I have no choice but to keep going. As my time without a job keeps stretching out (14 months and counting), things keep getting tougher, but the Lord will provide. He put $50 in my pocket yesterday; perhaps, he’ll do it again soon. One thing’s for sure, the guy is going to see my face again next week! © 2014
P.S. For those too young to know the story about Mudville, you can learn about it at this link: http://www.baseball-almanac.com/poetry/po_case.shtml