Sharing the road with 18-wheeler trucks can be a scary prospect. After all, an accident with one of those 40-ton trucks isn’t likely to have positive results for someone driving a sedan. Luckily, some truckers are working to make the road safer for everyone.

One woman from Montana, for instance, found a new way to communicate with people driving on the road from her own truck-driving experience. Even better, she used her creative platform to warn thousands about some deadly cargo trucks frequently carry…

Driving for hours along farm-flanked highways or jam-packed freeways can send even the most stable minded of us into a road psychosis. Yet truck drivers suffer some of the world’s worst highways every day — how do they keep their minds busy?

Well, in decades past, truck drivers used CB radios to talk with each other as they drove, making it feel as though they had a few buddies on their solitary drives. But eventually, Montana-based trucker Daisy Delaney, below, saw those going silent.

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“As far as just interaction on a regular basis,” Daisy said, “we’ve all pretty much gone to our cellphones.” But she didn’t share all the enthusiasm for chatting on cell phones, so instead, she tried something few truckers had done before.

Using Facebook Live, Daisy live streamed to people all across the planet. The trucker locked her iPhone into a holder and spoke directly to the Joes at home — not her fellow truckers. She used this platform to deliver unique messages to her audience.

Some of her messages were solely informational: “I travel around America for free,” she said, “which is really a lot of fun for me. And so I started filming just to show people what I get to see every single day out here in my job.” That included…

Dust storms in Oklahoma and the gorgeous landscapes of New Mexico. She waxed about life and sang loudly with the radio as she traveled over 12,000 miles per year. Still, she might’ve delivered her most important message in February 2018.

Daisy shared with her viewers a terrifying image: an 18-wheeler with its cabin smashed by a metal wheel of some sort. “This is a coil,” she said of the wheel. “It’s considered one of a truck drivers most lethally dangerous loads.” But wait a second…

How could a coil be the most dangerous load for an 18-wheeler? Aren’t there some trucks out there carrying explosive chemicals or bio-hazards? Well, Daisy explained herself.

“Most the time,” Daisy continued, “you won’t see [exposed coils] because companies want us to cover them with tarps. So if you see us rolling with a big covered lump in the middle of our trailers or what looks like hay bales all in a row, give us some room.” Why?

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When a truck carries a coil, she noted, the driver can’t execute sharp turns — doing so would cause the coil in cargo to tip over. Those steel coils, after all, sometimes weigh as much as 45,000 pounds. Which creates another problem…

With that heavy a load, truckers carrying coils can’t brake effectively. “These [coils] are only held down by chains,” Daisy said, “and enough stopping inertia can snap those chains.” If the chains snap, you get a smashed truck cabin.

Ultimately, Daisy shared this information to warn drivers: “Look,” she said, “truckers carrying coils understand the danger of it. They leave a lot of space between the front of their cabins and the cars ahead of them.” Drivers, though, often move into that space.

So cutting in front of a truck carrying a steel coil gives truckers a horrendous ultimatum: “We’re forced to either commit suicide,” Daisy said, “by slamming on the breaks and taking a coil to the truck cabin. Or…”

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“Take out whatever is in front of us that just forced us to slam on our brakes,” she said. “That would be you. It’s not a comfortable ultimatum and one we ask you not to ask us to choose.” It was a serious warning — but one not everybody bought.

Was the situation truly so dramatic? Were steel coils really so dangerous that truckers carrying them could be put in life-or-death situations? Well, Candy Robb, Inspector for the Indiana State Police Division of Motor Carriers, had this to say.

Trucks hauling steel cables “are a constant problem,” Candy said, echoing Daisy’s sentiment. “Trucks carrying the coils turn over or lose their loads,” she said. “Even if they don’t kill or injure someone, they do a lot of damage to the road.”

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Still, Daisy never let the dangers of hauling deadly loads across the United States ruin her love for trucking, never missing a chance to emphasize that she gets to travel the country for free. But her favorite part might just be sharing it with her viewers.

“It comes with its challenges,” she said. “Not saying we can’t do what everybody else does out here, but it’s very independent, it’s very rewarding, it gives you a huge element of freedom, and I particularly love what I do!”

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Truck driver Jacob Cartwright disagreed, however. Because while beads of sweat rolled down his face in the middle of a snow storm, he absolutely hated what he did. He struggled to keep the steering wheel of his tractor-trailer steady as he barreled down an icy road.


It started a few months earlier. Jacob was just a decent guy in need of a job. He was working as a cross-country trucker, but the endless routes wore him out and pulled him away from his wife and two kids. He needed a change.

Jacob came across a more local driving job with Little Trees Transportation. Roy Henry, the owner, admired Jacob’s familial priorities and brought him aboard. The new hire soon proved himself as one of the most dependable employees out there.

So nobody in the company expected any trouble when they asked Jacob to drive across Oregon, from Portland to the small town of Nyssa. His truck was filled to the brim with boxes, though Jacob found it curious that they were so light.


It was while transporting these boxes that he fought to keep his truck straight, struggling on those icy roads. He’d heard too many stories about reckless drivers beforehand. His pulse started racing as he realized he made a grave mistake.

Glancing at the GPS, Jacob saw he plunked in the wrong address. He quickly entered the right one, which required him to get off the highway and take a detour on a service road. From there, he hurtled into the windiest road he’d ever seen.


Though Jacob devoted his full concentration to his driving, the asphalt was slick and the dense pine trees let little light through. An impossibly tight turn appeared just ahead of him. He slammed the breaks.

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He lost all control of his truck, but luckily, the vehicle stayed upright. Jacob took a deep breath as it came to a halt. Revving the engine, the driver heard a terrible sound. He hopped outside and assessed the situation. His tires were hopelessly stuck.


The first thought to cross Jacob’s mind was that he’d be late for the delivery — a rare occurrence for him. He tried to call his supervisor but never got through. There was no cell service out there. Or anything out there.

Jacob waited around for rescue, but hours passed him by. Thirst began to creep up on him, so he melted some snow and drank it. He was more dehydrated than he realized, but he needed more than just water.

While the truck wouldn’t budge, Jacob could still open the trailer. He decided to check on the status of the cargo. The driver licked his lips as he peeled back the cardboard lid of a box.

His eyes scanned over his cargo. Potato chips, a lifetime supply, filled his tractor-trailer. Jacob’s stomach rumbled, though a little voice in his head disagreed with his gut.


Roy trusted him to deliver the product intact, Jacob remembered. Eating any of it —even just a few stray crumbs — would go down as a complete betrayal of his duties. He shut the trailer door.

The hard truth was becoming clearer: nobody was coming to rescue Jacob. He would have to find his own way to safety. The driver locked up his truck — though there didn’t seem to be many thieves in the area — and trudged into the harsh winter.

Charting a rough course for home, Jacob trudged through the knee-deep snow. He melted more water and slept under piles of pine needles. But days later, he still had yet to reappear in civilization.

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Understandably, Jacob’s wife Devon was torn up about his absence. He’d never gone AWOL before, yet nobody had seen any sign of him for four days! She thought she was hallucinating when she returned home from work and saw a familiar face on the sofa.

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Jacob made it home — and was changing his shoes like nothing ever happened. Of course, Devon insisted on bringing him to a hospital after hearing about everything he went through. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any long-term effects.


After Roy heard the good news, he came to visit Jacob. Between the driver’s survival skills and refusal to dip into another person’s chip supply, his boss was pretty impressed.

Then again, nobody could be too surprised given the tattoo on Jacob’s forearm that read, “What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.” When Devon said she feared her husband was dead, he replied, “You ain’t getting rid of me that easily!”


Jacob returned home and immediately flopped onto the bed with one of his kids wrapped in his arms. Sleep came easily, as Jacob knew he handled a dangerous situation as a man of honor. Still, he knew he was lucky that he was able to escape the woods on his own.

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Angela Hernandez didn’t have that luxury. One weekend in July of 2018, the Oregon resident decided it would be nice to visit her family in Southern California. It was almost the last choice she ever made.

It was a beautiful day when she set out from Portland in her white Jeep Patriot. Angela had only the hundreds and hundreds of miles of highway ahead to keep her company.

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It was a long drive, but at least the trip would offer some breathtaking views along the way. Angela could put her camera to good use!

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The most beautiful — and dangerous — part of the drive came when Angela passed through the Big Sur. The highway ran right along the California coast, with the Pacific Ocean only a cliffside away.

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Angela only remembered fragments of what happened next. The only thing that’s clear was that a small animal darted out into the middle of the winding road. She swerved to avoid it.

She lost consciousness as her car tore through the guardrail and plummeted 250 feet to the ocean below. It began to sink. Could anyone survive such a crash?


When Angela awoke, water already filled up her vehicle up to her knees, and its level was rising. She grabbed a multi-tool she kept inside, smashed through the side window, and crawled out to the beach.

Bloody and battered, she rolled over on the shore. She sustained injuries all over her body, and her shoes were missing. Her feet ached as she clambered up the rocks to escape the incoming tide and get some rest.

Once Angela got her bearings, she saw that there was no way back up to the highway, or even a clear path along the beach. She needed to signal for help, but first, she had more pressing needs.

Incredible thirst overtook her, so Angela rummaged through her washed-up car for supplies. She came across a black hose that had fallen out and figured it could be useful.

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She then found a mossy rock on the cliffside that dropped a bead of water every couple seconds. Angela attached one end of the hose to the rock and drank.

Angela spent hours trying to flag down a car from the road above, but she was too far down and the cars were going too fast. Days passed by…

Of course, police were searching for Angela after her family reported that she never showed up. But with so much ground to cover along the California coast it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

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The week after the crash, Chad and Chelsea Moore were hiking along the coast when they noticed something strange at the base of the cliff. It appeared to be a wrecked car. They found their way down to the beach to investigate.

Chad and Chelsea were busy gathering items that must have come from the car when they heard a cry for help. They ran over to some nearby rocks where they found Angela. Though weak, she was still alive.

Cell service wasn’t great in the Big Sur, but Chad and Chelsea were, fortunately, able to reach emergency services. They stayed with her and did what they could until a medical team arrived.

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After first responders airlifted Angela to a nearby hospital, they worked to haul the debris up the cliff by crane. Although the first cable snapped, they managed to lift the Jeep back up.

All told, Angela endured a brain hemorrhage, four broken ribs, a shattered collarbone, a collapsed lung, and ruptured blood vessels in both eyes. Lucky for her, she made a full recovery.

Angela now feels like she has a new lease on life, and she’s held on to various items from her car to remind herself how blessed she is. Not many other people would have survived the crash, let alone lasted on the beach for a week after.

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Angela says that the incident convinced her that there is indeed a bigger purpose in her life. She makes sure to savor every moment and spend as much time possible with the ones she loves.