Last Updated on Monday, July 05 2010 18:59 Written by Sue
Drivers approached me at truck stops to say "Right on, lady" or give me the "thumbs up" as they passed me on the freeway. If anyone didn't agree with me, they kept silent. I never heard even one negative response to the signs during my 230,000 mile adventure.
Spontaneous conversations of child abuse from total strangers prompted me to keep focused on this project. A slow but burning awareness crept into my consciousness. Men were just as wounded as women, but they were much quieter in revealing their pain.

Delivering RV's to dealers was a job, my only source of income. I couldn't stay extra days to listen to everyone so mostly it was quick snippets of conversation.
But I had the feeling just reading the signs helped a few. They knew someone really cared to travel around with bright yellow signs on the truck.Content : 121
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