The Road Connects Us

Every day on this journey, I am reminded that while our stories may look different on the surface, at their core, they share a striking similarity. The people I meet—truck drivers, teachers, veterans, business owners, parents, retiree’s—come from all walks of life, yet our conversations often circle back to the same truth: mental fitness should be a priority.

Some tell me about their own struggles, about the silent battles they’ve fought in the corners of their minds. Others speak with a different kind of weight in their voice—the grief of losing someone they loved to suicide. No matter where they’re from or what they do, the pain of that kind of loss follows a familiar path. The unanswered questions. The “what ifs” that loop endlessly. The ache that never fully fades.

But there’s also resilience. A quiet strength in those who carry the memory of their loved ones forward, determined to keep the conversation going so others don’t have to experience the same loss.

I’ve had people stop me on the side of the road just to share their stories. Some hand me a cold drink, a word of encouragement, or even a hug that lingers a little longer than expected—because sometimes, that’s all we can do for each other. Acknowledge the weight. Share it for a moment. Keep going.

This walk isn’t just about the miles; it’s about these moments. It’s about listening, learning, and reminding people they’re not alone.

So if you’re out there struggling, know this: Your story matters. Your pain is real, but so is your strength. And if you’ve lost someone, their light still shines in the conversations we’re having, the awareness we’re raising, and the steps we’re taking together.

This journey is tough, but the people I meet along the way make every mile worth it.

Flat Tire in Phoenix!

No problem! Gave me time and opportunity to visit with a friend I hadn’t seen in years!