Luther picked up his backpack and started walking again. The salty sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes, bitter tears. It had been a long hard journey so far and every day became harder and the heat became more unbearable.
All he could think about was of his brother laying in that hospital bed with only one leg after his other limb had been blown off in the war.
Luther knew he would eventually make it to that hospital but he just needed a little help. “Please, I jus' need a ride cause this walkin' ain't getting me nowhere.”
A semi truck pulled over and honked. The driver stuck his head out of the window and yelled, “Where ya goin' boy?”
“I'm goin' to the Veteran's Hospital in Atlanta, Georgia, to see mah brother.”
“Get in, young man. That's my next stop.”
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