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A woman pulled up beside my truck at 70 miles an hour, waving her arm like she was trying to pull me over. I was about to press the brakes, but then dispatch crackled over my radio. All drivers do not stop for anyone tonight. A crew is flashing high beams to pull trucks over and rob them. My hands started sweating on the wheel because I didn't want to get robbed. But when I looked at her face, it was pale and streaked with tears. My foot slid toward the brake because nobody fakes tears like that. But then I pictured my kid's face as staring at empty plates. Because if her crew stole this truck, I'd lose my job and the only paycheck feeding them. So no matter what she did, I couldn't stop this truck, especially because I was carrying $100,000 worth of fireworks. So I floored it, but her high beam stayed glued to my bumper. My heart was pounding as I grabbed the radio. Dispatch, it's happening to me. Dispatch came right back. Do not stop, keep driving, but she swung back up beside me with her window down, screaming, stop the truck, and jabbing her finger behind me. My hands were shaking, but I kept my eyes straight ahead and my foot down, because that's exactly what a robber would scream. So she dropped back and I let out a breath because I thought I'd lost her. But in my mirror, her cars swerved hard, and that's when I saw my trailer's back wheel throwing sparks a foot long. My whole body went ice cold. Because if one spark reached those fireworks, I'd never see my kids again. I slammed the brakes and pulled onto the shoulder with the trailer swaying behind me. I jumped down and my legs almost gave out because the back wheel was on fire. The flames were climbing up the trailer toward a sign that said, "Explosive fireworks." That's when the woman's car skidded in behind me, and she ran up with a fire extinguisher in her hands, emptying it onto the wheel while I stood there in utter shock. The flames died an inch from the sign, and we stood there coughing in the smoke. Turns out she'd been chasing me to save my life, and I'd almost died running from her to save a paycheck. She bent over catching her breath. Why wouldn't you stop? I just handed her my radio. Ask Dispatch.