This is the part nobody ever thinks about when they picture what we do.
Everyone sees the forklifts, the trailers, the build ups, the “energy” of show week… but they never see the moments where the world cracks… and you’re still on a dock… still responsible for everything moving forward.
This week hit hard.
Louisville was heavy.
Atlanta was heavier.
And I’m not even able to get into that one at all.
There are weeks in this business where you feel like you’re standing knee deep in the dust of tragedy — and the country keeps going anyway. Freight doesn’t stop because life got complicated. Schedules don’t pause because the world hurt.
We are asked to stand there.
We are asked to carry it.
We are asked to move it anyway.
This is the part of leadership nobody trains you for… the freight that isn’t measured in pounds, but in people. In nights. In memory. In what you carry home after the dock lights cut off.
This is the freight that makes you seasoned.
This is the freight that makes you the freight boss of the South.
And still…
Tomorrow we show up again.
Tomorrow we run the damn dock.
Because somebody has to.
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