For the first time in a months, I packed up the girls and prayed then we hit the road. I haven't been to my parents in awhile because I have been too nervous to drive that far on my own. Since our friend was killed a few months ago, I have found myself praying a lot and trying my best to have faith but just couldn't do it until now. We were 10 miles from my parents, traveling 50-55 miles per hour and the truck quit running. I put it into neutral and coasted to the side of the road and the tears began to flow. I had to keep it together because I had to call for help and knew Chris would freak out if he answered the phone to me crying. I called him and told him the truck wouldn't run and asked him to call my parents while I called roadside for help. I pulled it together, made the call and waited a few minutes while entertaining the 2 happy girls in the backseat that needed to go potty and were very excited to get to Nana and Papa's.