Snow and Service

People always seem to be a little more thoughtful during Christmas. But I'm glad to see that people are still caring even after Christmas is over. It gives me a little hope for the future.

This morning I left for work and I knew it was going to be a scary drive even before I gotten out of the driveway. The roads were unplowed and it was snowing hard. But I took it slow just like my mom had always taught me to do in bad driving conditions. It took me twice as long as normal to get the gas station. My little door to my gas tank was frozen shut and I couldn't scrape the ice off until a kind man cam and helped me open it. He stayed and talked with me while I filled up my car to make sure I made it on my way.

I slowly drove to the freeway as I worried about whether that would be plowed. The city roads were not. The on-ramp was covered in snow and slush and I could feel the tires spinning as I tried to get my car onto the freeway. I started getting really nervous and wondered how I would ever make it to Salt Lake. My plan was to stay in the far right lane and just take it slow. I barely made it 1,000 feet on the freeway before I slid off the road. My whole body was tense and my heart was beating fast. As soon as my car came to a stop I lost it. I sat on the side of the road crying my eyes out. I called my parents and they were going to come help push my car back to the road.

As I was waiting and watching all the other cars drive by, a big truck pulled off the road and out jumped four men. They came over to my car and offered to push it out. They were able to easily get my car out and going again. I was so relieved and grateful for their kindness. They told me that they were spending their morning driving around helping people who had slid off the road. Who even does that? It showed me that there really are nice people in the world. So I am taking their kindness and I am going pass on their act of service to someone else. It meant the world to me and if I could make the same amount of difference in someone else's life, I would be happy.

So after an hour and a half and never even making it out of Layton, I decided that it wasn't worth trying to drive to Salt Lake. So I am back at my parents' house writing this post and reflecting on the good people left in the world. I want to be one of those people.