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The Blue Truck

An old blue truck remains parked beneath the city bridge. Often alone, its sagging tires sit very depressed. There was a time when beneath the bridge cars and trucks would merrily roll about on their morning joyrides. Coming from who-knows-where en route to nowhere in particular, vehicles would take their time, packed with people, front to back, waving and singing, hooting and whooping. Small stores would line this street and their owners would stand posted with a broom and a smile. But now it’s quiet and still, except for the constant whish of the freeway overhead. And the blue truck stands alone.

It happened one day that a very sad young man was walking alone beneath this bridge when he came upon the old blue truck.

“It looks just like me,” he said aloud to whoever might be listening. Day in and day out, the sad man would walk by this truck, but this was the first time he actually took the time to notice it. Something drew him in, and he decided to stop and take a closer look at it. Cobwebs stretched between the side mirrors and the door. Rust had begun to eat away the paint, and in some places, it left ominous, gaping holes.

“Poor ol’ truck,” the man thought to himself. “Some of us just don’t have what it takes to make it in this world.” He slowly shook his head from side to side, with his chin stretching downward. He was about to walk away when, lo and behold, he noticed there was a set of keys left in the ignition!

Without thinking, he immediately tried to open the door, but it was locked shut. And then suddenly, the sad young man was hit with a realization. His face began to brighten and the blue truck seemed to speak to him:

Sadness has overcome you because you shut all others out of your life. The way back to life and love is forgiveness; the journey to hope and joy means seeking out all those you have abandoned, as well as those who had abandoned you.

The young man stared deeply at the blue truck and it was like looking into a mirror. Just like this rotten ol’ truck with the keys locked inside, he was utterly powerless to start himself on the right path. He needed to discover what had been placed in him from the beginning. He needed to find the One that was there all along dwelling within his heart.

With his head up high and a new light in his eyes, the young man turned around completely from the way he’d been going and ran as fast as he could in the other direction . . .

And the blue truck continues to stand alone.