We All Need A "Hug"
Chuck Swindoll shares how, in the fall of the year, Linda, a young woman, was traveling alone in the rutted and rugged highway from Alberta, Canada, to the Yukon. Linda didn't realize that you don't travel to Whitehorse alone in a rundown little Honda Civic. So, she set off where only four-wheel-drives and cars with chains normally venture. The first evening she found a room in the mountains near the summit and asked for a 5 o'clock wake-up call, so she could get an early start. She couldn't understand why the clerk looked surprised at the request, but when she awoke to an early morning fog shrouding the mountain tops, she understood. Not wanting to look foolish, she got up and went to breakfast. Two truckers invited Linda to join them, and since the place was so small, she felt obliged. "Where are you headed?" one of the truckers asked. "Whitehorse," she answered. "In that little Civic?" one of them said. "No way!...
