CB helped in emergency

My husband had melanoma in 1975 and we made 8 trips to M. D. Anderson Hospital in Houston, Texas (worlds best treatment center for melanoma). At that time CB's were in their hey day, the guys he worked with got him a CB Radio when he had to quit work. We used it on the trips back and forth to Texas. We talked to and listened to the truckers. The CB probably helped to save us in Houston. We had been at the hospital clinic all day, and were going to Sears that night to look for a birthday present for our little daughter. He was driving in 8 lanes of traffic and had a Grand Mal seizure behind the wheel. By some miracle I got the car out of traffic and onto the median. I thought how am I going to get anyone to stop in this city---I looked down and there was the CB---I picked it up and Yelled --Help Police. The police came right back to me and asked where I was. I had no idea but looked and read a flashing neon sign. They were there in less than 2 minutes, got an ambulance and got him to the hospital. The cancer had just reached his brain and that was what caused the seizure we learned.

Then when my husband died in 1976---I couldn't cry---he had asked me not to cry so I just couldn't cry at least not as much as I needed to. One day I heard the song " Teddy Bear" on the radio---a Red Sovine trucker song about a little crippled boy who asked on the CB's to ride in a semi---and how this ---Hot load of frieght will just have to wait, and 18 wheelers were lined up for 3 city blocks to take little Teddy Bear for a ride. Well I could cry for that little boy---of course I was really sheding the tears I needed to shed for my husband also. I went out and bought the record and after I got the kids to bed at night I would play it and cry---it was healing--and perhaps helped saved my sanity. Thirty years later and I still cry when I hear the song.

I'm new here, 59 female, and have never even ridden in a truck,.
I don't have a family member that is trucking, but I hope you all will allow me to post once in awhile.

I have so much respect for truckers, and truckers and CB's just have this special place in my heart. To be honest, I sort of had this secret dream to drive a truck, but I never made it.

My next door neighbor drives a semi---he just got in a few hours ago, I look at that big old truck parked just about 40 ft. from my window and I wish.......... ............................................... I wish I could be out there on the road at least for a little while.

So there is a special place in my heart for truckers.