My pride was hurt today. But not in a devastating way. More like in a gentle, caring sort of way. I was very thankful for it actually. Here's the story...
Every Thursday I pick up my friend Krystal and we go for coffee. We did that this evening, in fact, and the roads were treacherous. Like sheets of glass. Thankfully, I made it to Krystal's alright. Then the fun began.
We decided to travel on the Ring Road to get to a coffee shop in another part of the city. Blowing snow and insane ice was everywhere. I had to choose one or the other. I chose the snow covered lane and ended up really stuck in deep snow in a matter of seconds.
I had never gotten stuck before like this, which is why it damaged my pride a little. But Krystal and I made the best of it. Ok...it was kind of fun, an adventure if you will. We laughed, Krystal posted on Instagram, and we made some phone calls for help.
My brother graciously volunteered to come and help us and we happily awaited his arrival.
In the meantime many people stopped to offer us help. None too eager to stop traffic to pull us out. That is until a yellow van with a couple of good-sized men offered to help push us out along with another man who drove a Bell company van. They tried pushing but the car wouldn't budge. Then a nice young man came with his burgundy truck and offered to pull us out. Thankfully I had an emergency kit with a tow-rope inside. This guy was determined, he didn't mind the traffic. The yellow van took off and the guy with the Bell van proceeded to crawl under the car to hook up the rope. We were out in no time, thanking our helpers and contacting my brother to tell him not to come. From Krystal's house to getting unstuck was half an hour of time. Simply amazing.
I have to thank God for how this situation worked and for the people who live here. May He bless every person who stopped to check on us (there must have been at least ten) and finally the guys who persisted to get us out. May God bless them all.