03/03/2026
Loving a Tow Truck Driver Means Living With “What If”
I don’t talk about it much.
But every time my husband leaves for work, there’s a tiny knot in my stomach.
Because he doesn’t work in an office.
He doesn’t sit behind a desk.
He works on the side of highways.
In the dark.
In the snow.
In the pouring rain.
With cars flying by just feet away.
He’s a tow truck driver.
And if you’ve ever loved someone who works roadside, you know — it’s not just a job. It’s a constant act of courage.
People see the flashing lights.
They see a truck pulling up to help someone broken down.
They see the rescue.
What they don’t see is the wife at home.
Watching the weather.
Flinching every time she hears about an accident nearby.
Praying that people move over.
Praying that drivers are paying attention.
Praying that tonight isn’t the night something goes wrong.
It makes me nervous in a way I can’t always explain.
Because distracted driving is real.
Because not everyone slows down.
Because I’ve read the stories.
And yet — he goes anyway.
He goes because someone’s daughter is stranded on the side of the road.
Because someone’s dad is stuck in the freezing cold.
Because someone’s car won’t start in a grocery store parking lot.
Because someone needs help.
He runs toward the inconvenience so someone else doesn’t have to sit in it alone.
And I am so proud of him.
Proud of his work ethic.
Proud of his steady hands.
Proud of the way he shows up when people are stressed, scared, or frustrated.
But I’m also human.
I worry.
I pray.
I check in.
I sometimes ask him to text me when he’s leaving a busy scene.
I hug him a little tighter before night shifts.
I breathe a little easier when I hear the door open at the end of the day.
Loving a tow truck driver means living with “what if.”
But it also means loving someone brave.
Someone selfless.
Someone who spends his days helping strangers on their worst days.
So if you see flashing lights on the side of the road tonight —
please slow down.
Please move over.
Please pay attention.
Because someone is waiting at home for that driver to walk back through the door.
And trust me…
we’re holding our breath until they do. 💛
