But these weren’t the main reasons why people liked him above other priests. This was the heart of Emilia Rossa, Red Emilia, a land of hard work and even harder workers, and Don Giorgio was a man of the people. He didn’t just stand behind an altar reciting sermons and blessing souls. He rose at the crack of dawn, climbed into his truck, and earned his living grinding away the miles until nighttime, just like everyone else. The trucker-priest, that’s what they all called him.
