JohnFor 23 years, I drove an 18-wheeler. During those years I hauled just about everything you could ever imagine. America's roads were my home. I always kept to myself. I didn't use the CB. I just drove. When I shut down the truck for the night I would watch a movie on my DVD player. I had all the comforts of home— which, for me, was a microwave and a coffee pot. I just ate, drove, watched movies and slept. I wish I was still on the road, but all that time behind the wheel finally took its toll on my body. I have a pinched nerve that gives me constant pain. The doctors can't do surgery, so I just do my best to live pain free—which is not easy.
I was at the Mission because I couldn't drive any more and I just needed a place to stay during this time of my life. I've never had any addictions—unless it was an addiction to being a safe driver. I'm happy to say I never lost a truck. I'm still the same quiet person, but there is one big difference. While I was at the Rescue Mission of Mahoning Valley I went to classes to learn more about God. I also learned how to be more patient—something I've always needed to work on.
I appreciated the Mission's learning center, where I improvied my vocabulary and my math skills. I quit school in the eighth grade and went right to work. So I've got a lot of catching up to do. My life is good.