He got turned around at some little town he’d never been through before. Working his way through the middle of June midnight thunderstorm, there was something in the headlights that stopped him on a dime. They were scared to death, so he said “Climb in” and in you climbed.

Well they were bruised and broke from head to toe with a tear in their bloodstained shirt. They didn’t tell the whole truth but they didn’t have to, he knew what had happened to them. He didn’t load them down with questions, that person had been through enough. He just thew it In drive, looked in those eyes, and asked them where he was. "You got any place you can stay the night?"