Hello from the Flying J Truckstop in Laredo TX.
In just 2 days we've managed to hand out over 1000 flyers. We only have 400 left. The flyer is specifically geared to the heart of a trucker - I cannot tell you how important these are to this campaign.
Great story:
Yesterday I'm having breakfast with two cowboy truckers and pitching Mike. The one cowboy wants to talk about Area 51 conspiracy theories - the other, his past failures. I love these conversations but really want to hit the 10 all-important Mike Huckabee points that are on the flyer. God is patient with me, and by golly, I was going to patient with them (plus, when you look into these eyes - there is always an interesting, bitter-sweet story underneath it all.
The conspiracy cowboy left, I said my good-byes and thought the man would probably vote McCain. I spent another 30 minutes taking to this other lovely cowboy. What character! After we spoke about his 3 marriages, the laziness of kids today, the sins we'd committed, the price of fuel and the price of an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord - he took a sign. I thanked God for my patience.
Two hours later, I'm walking through the truck lot when I hear this HONK-HONK. Glancing over I see through the window of a moving truck a man pointing to me and adamantly motioning ME to come over. That's when my pace opened right up - in the opposite direction! I thought this man thinks I'm a Lot Lizard (2 days at this and I know the lingo for a hooker). THEN...he abruptly stops his truck - door opens and he's walk/running toward me like a man who just came out of the saddle. OK, OK my body takes a don't-mess-with-me shape. I can barely hear him over my heart-beat say, "Hey, I had breakfast with you this morning. Come back." Sure enough, without his cowboy hat on, he looked mighty different. It was the conspiracy cowboy and he had just gotten off the phone with his lady. He said, "My wife thinks Huckabee is the right man. What can I do to help?"
My patience paid off (It wasn't difficult because I do love these life-conversations). My conspiracy cowboy took 50 signs to hand out on the road plus a wad of flyers....and all I did was have a nice breakfast.
In just 2 days we've managed to hand out over 1000 flyers. We only have 400 left. The flyer is specifically geared to the heart of a trucker - I cannot tell you how important these are to this campaign.
Great story:
Yesterday I'm having breakfast with two cowboy truckers and pitching Mike. The one cowboy wants to talk about Area 51 conspiracy theories - the other, his past failures. I love these conversations but really want to hit the 10 all-important Mike Huckabee points that are on the flyer. God is patient with me, and by golly, I was going to patient with them (plus, when you look into these eyes - there is always an interesting, bitter-sweet story underneath it all.
The conspiracy cowboy left, I said my good-byes and thought the man would probably vote McCain. I spent another 30 minutes taking to this other lovely cowboy. What character! After we spoke about his 3 marriages, the laziness of kids today, the sins we'd committed, the price of fuel and the price of an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord - he took a sign. I thanked God for my patience.
Two hours later, I'm walking through the truck lot when I hear this HONK-HONK. Glancing over I see through the window of a moving truck a man pointing to me and adamantly motioning ME to come over. That's when my pace opened right up - in the opposite direction! I thought this man thinks I'm a Lot Lizard (2 days at this and I know the lingo for a hooker). THEN...he abruptly stops his truck - door opens and he's walk/running toward me like a man who just came out of the saddle. OK, OK my body takes a don't-mess-with-me shape. I can barely hear him over my heart-beat say, "Hey, I had breakfast with you this morning. Come back." Sure enough, without his cowboy hat on, he looked mighty different. It was the conspiracy cowboy and he had just gotten off the phone with his lady. He said, "My wife thinks Huckabee is the right man. What can I do to help?"
My patience paid off (It wasn't difficult because I do love these life-conversations). My conspiracy cowboy took 50 signs to hand out on the road plus a wad of flyers....and all I did was have a nice breakfast.
Please Take A Look at Everything Around You: Lights, Chairs, Clothing, Soap. If God Didn't Bring It, The American Trucker Did!
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