Calm Patience
McClain stood there, unshaken, his presence as steady as a mountain. While the tension in the air was almost unbearable, the trucker didn’t seem to be in a hurry to resolve anything. He was perfectly content to wait, his patience almost tangible. It was as though he had seen it all before, and the small dramas of the world didn’t need to be rushed. He simply stood, his eyes scanning the crowd, taking in the subtle shifts in the people around him, confident that the situation would unfold in due time.
There was a quiet certainty to McClain that seemed to make everything else irrelevant. He didn’t need to make grand gestures or speak loudly to command respect. It was his calm, his quiet understanding of the moment, that held the most power. The crowd was silent, waiting for the next move, yet McClain showed no sign of impatience. He was content to let the moment settle and reveal what had been overlooked by everyone else—he didn’t need to force it; the silence spoke for him.
