Before TQA existed, there was a night at a TA truck stop.
My friend — a woman who has been behind the wheel longer than most men in this industry — came out of the shower bay carrying her bag, the way she had a hundred times before. A man was standing near her tractor. She asked what he was doing. He said nothing. She turned to climb into her cab.
That's when he grabbed her.
He pulled her down from the step and slammed her face into the side of the truck. By the time she came to, she was on the ground between the vehicles. Badly hurt. Alone. The truck stop reviewed their cameras and said they couldn't see anything useful.
Then June 2023 happened to me. I was working oilfields in Midland, stationed at a mancamp that was not fit to stay in. I reported it. I cleaned what I could. I pushed through — because that's what you do when you're the only one looking out for yourself.
By day two I was sick. By day three I couldn't stand. My family drove from Dallas at 2 AM to get me out. Two weeks in a hospital isolation ward — fighting for my life. I survived.
And somewhere in that hospital bed, TQA stopped being an idea I'd been sitting on — and became something that had to exist.
— Sweetie
Candis White · Founder, TruckHer Queen Alliance