Feeling guilty, irritated, sad and introspective all at once, I wrote the following in my daily blog. Still feeling guilty, irritated, sad and introspective, I would appreciate forum-member comments. How do you feel when the knock comes? What do you do?
Blog excerpt:
(being dispatched for a Monday pickup and) No longer needing to bank sleep for a possible overnight run, we drove to a truck stop for fuel and showers. Once there, and finding a parking space we considered safe, we decided to spend the night. By safe, I mean our truck is relatively safe from being hit by other trucks.
As things turned out, it was not safe from having our sleep interrupted by a lot lizard (truck stop prostitute) knocking on our door. I hate it when that happens, mostly because I do not want what she is offering and it interrupts our sleep. But I hate it on another level too. The knock on the door triggers several questions that race through my mind.
Do I answer the door, receive her offer, and call the police to report the event? Do I answer the door with anger and threats to run her off? That has risks as some of these folks defend the truck stop parking lot as their space and may respond with threats, vandalism or violence of their own. Do I answer the door and politely decline? Or do I not answer the door, thereby keeping the window and door shut and stay safe from a possible hijacking, robbery or truck invasion that may come from unseen people waiting for me to open the window or door?
Maybe I'm wrong about her being a lot-lizard. Maybe she is not a junkie- but instead someone in desparate straights needing food or other help. Who is it really knocking on my door, a junkie-, someone needing help, or maybe even an angel in disguise sent by God to test my heart?
When people come knocking, I am haunted by the Bible verse, Hebrews 13:2. "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." (King James version). Is she a lot lizard? Is she an angel? Is she one of God's special children needing help?
We are asleep in the truck late at night.
Knock, knock, knock.
Who is she? Who am I? What should I do?
Blog excerpt:
(being dispatched for a Monday pickup and) No longer needing to bank sleep for a possible overnight run, we drove to a truck stop for fuel and showers. Once there, and finding a parking space we considered safe, we decided to spend the night. By safe, I mean our truck is relatively safe from being hit by other trucks.
As things turned out, it was not safe from having our sleep interrupted by a lot lizard (truck stop prostitute) knocking on our door. I hate it when that happens, mostly because I do not want what she is offering and it interrupts our sleep. But I hate it on another level too. The knock on the door triggers several questions that race through my mind.
Do I answer the door, receive her offer, and call the police to report the event? Do I answer the door with anger and threats to run her off? That has risks as some of these folks defend the truck stop parking lot as their space and may respond with threats, vandalism or violence of their own. Do I answer the door and politely decline? Or do I not answer the door, thereby keeping the window and door shut and stay safe from a possible hijacking, robbery or truck invasion that may come from unseen people waiting for me to open the window or door?
Maybe I'm wrong about her being a lot-lizard. Maybe she is not a junkie- but instead someone in desparate straights needing food or other help. Who is it really knocking on my door, a junkie-, someone needing help, or maybe even an angel in disguise sent by God to test my heart?
When people come knocking, I am haunted by the Bible verse, Hebrews 13:2. "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." (King James version). Is she a lot lizard? Is she an angel? Is she one of God's special children needing help?
We are asleep in the truck late at night.
Knock, knock, knock.
Who is she? Who am I? What should I do?
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