I was on the outskirts of a little Southern town, trying to reach my destination before the sun went down. The old CB was blaring away on channel 1-9, when there came a little boy’s voice on the radio line. He said, “Breaker 1-9, is anyone there? Come on back, truckers, and talk to Teddy Bear.”
I keyed the mike and said, “You got it, Teddy Bear.”
The little boy’s voice came back on the air, appreciate the break. “Who we got on the other end?”
I told him my handle and then he began.
“Now I’m not supposed to bother you boys out there. Mom says you’re busy and for me to stay off the air. But you see, I get lonely and it helps to talk cause that’s about all I can do. I’m crippled and cannot walk.”
I came back and told him to fire up that mike, I’d talk to him as long as he’d like.
“This was my dad’s radio,” the little boy said, “but I guess it’s mine and Mom’s now cause my daddy’s dead. Dad had a wreck about a month ago. He was trying to get home in a blinding snow. Mom has to work now to make ends meet. I’m not much help with my crippled feet. She says not to worry, and that she’ll make it all right. But I hear her crying sometimes late at night.”