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After yelling at him for about 20 minutes about always trying to live my life like a righteous man, I ended my rant with the proverbial, fuck it then.

If we gonna die, let's die.

Then I went silent, resigned in my faith.

So as I'm cruising through this whiteness, just waiting to die, this 18-wheeler slowly just pulled up on the left of me.

All I seen was the headlights and the contour of the trailer.

Then it slowly just rolled in front of me.

And the driver hit a switch in the cabin.

The back of his trailer lit up with light.

And I followed him for 20 minutes to a truck stop.

When we got to the truck stop, there was hundreds of trucks out in the snow.

So he stuck his hand out the window.

It was a white male's hand.

He gave me the power fist.

I stuck my hand out the window and gave him the power fist back.

Then he went to find himself somewhere to park.

I never got to thank this guy for what he did face to face.

But there is a silver lining.

When I went into the truck stop, I was still tense from the ordeal of almost dying.

Time walking to the front door, this fat redneck sitting at the bar looked at me and said, brother, you look like you just went through a real one.

Hell, you need this more than me.