The teacher spun around and grimly faced the class.He said yes I've taught you well,but I will burn in hell before I 'll let that statement pass.

You kids see me as a Sunday school teacher,just a cripple with a lesson plan,but down inside these twisted legs are the bones of a Truckin Man.I was a high rollin' hammer stomping,pill poppin Dude till the ice on Interstate 10 took the finest old rig that a bank ever bought to the bottom on the Rio Grande.There aint much to tell after that. except this old wheelchair I ride, and now and then I teach this class so the good Lord will know I tried.And I tried young fellows, I tried real hard just to pay for all I done,but I am going to close this good book right now and I am going to talk to this truckin' mans son.

He is a Truckin' man,boy do you hear me? Dont give me that hang dog look, you daddy [ is a gear jamming kind of the road.He's a winner in any man's book. Who feeds you kid? Does a grocery store or the fast food joint down the street ,or does some Eighteen Wheeler running all night long bring home every bite you eat? There ain't a thing you'll use today that some Eighteen Wheeler didnt bring you. Somebody's daddy rode all night long so you can do your thing,I do my thing,and this countrys thing this whole thing rolls on wheels.We are kept alive by these men that drive these men that God made out of steel.You just cant jam gears for thirty years without learning a thing or two.If a country dont move,then a country dont eat,and son that brings me back to you.The next time you talk about your daddy,you understand son you're talking about the man.

Your the son of a hard headed,proud thinking Hoss who just dosent fit in most folks plans.So dont tell me your daddy is just a trucker. He is the man that takes this country where it goes,and I just hope that somewhere down inside,that someday you will fell that pride that I used to feel pushing that ole road.