At the end of November, my trucking journey came to an unexpected stop. The transmission on my truck broke, and I took it for repairs — to the shop I was told to go to. I thought it would be fixed in a few weeks and I’d be back on the road. But I waited two and a half months… and nothing happened. I lived off my small savings and eventually spent every dollar I had. During that time, I rested and went to acupuncture. I prayed.

By the end of January, I called and asked, “Are we going out on the road this month?” But what I heard on the other end wasn’t encouraging. He said maybe he’d switch drivers… or maybe sell the truck. I could hear it in his voice — he was letting go of me, not the truck. Just a month before, he promised that the truck would be fixed and ready for me. So I didn’t expect this. But the moment I heard that, I drove to get my things.

When I got home, I prayed and asked God to help me find work — because I was the main provider for my family. On top of that, I owed $2,800 in taxes and had credit card bills to pay. I took out my last $7,000 and paid it all off.

I had two options: go back to a trucking company with a different owner… or start driving a taxi. I was encouraged to try taxi driving — and so, the once “prestigious” job of a trucker turned into life as a cab driver. 😄

It was hard. Physically, trucking was already tough — even opening doors was a struggle. But I never let myself think I couldn’t do it. I was like a train — pushing forward at full speed. Sometimes, in the winter, I had to kneel on the ground to put chains on my tires. I’d come home bruised, with bleeding legs. But quitting? That’s never been in my nature.

Through it all, I kept praying. I listened to prayers while driving. I read the Bible when parked. I believe God is healing me — and that He is protecting me from something worse.

The beginning in taxi driving was rough. But my parents stood by me. They helped however they could — refueling the car, washing it after work. I love and value them so much. ❤️

And you know what? Slowly, I started to feel better. I was able to walk more. The weakness in my body lessened. The pain between my shoulder blades disappeared. I visualized healing — and it began to happen.

I had followed the Walsh diet for a year and lost so much weight, I was almost skin and bones. It scared me, even though I didn’t feel “bad.” So I stopped. Now I take high doses of Vitamin D3 — my father found a treatment plan, and we’re trying it. But honestly, my hope is in God alone.

I often give rides to people in wheelchairs and walkers. Even though it’s hard on me physically, I fold up their equipment and load it into the trunk. One time, I gave a ride to a man named Jerry — he had a disability and walked with his legs turned sideways. He had a girlfriend and plans to move to Arkansas. He told me: “You have to be independent. Do everything on your own. Then you’ll feel alive.”

That’s when I realized — that’s what I’d been doing all along. I was always trying to be independent, no matter what.

A few days later, I saw Jerry walking down the street. I turned around, stopped, and offered him a ride. He smiled and said, “No thanks — I need to get some steps in. It’s part of my exercise.”

So here’s what I want to tell you:

Don’t give up. Even if you can barely walk, even if everything hurts, even if you can only take 100 steps — don’t give up. Because when you give up, you stop living.

Pray. Hope. Believe.

God hears. God helps. God leads.

And to Him — I give all the glory.