We've all had that moment. The “I can do this moment.” The “Oh, I can drive in this stuff moment.”
“Where's my neighbor's shovel moment?” Let the digging begin! Well, it did not take long until I was burning up and indiscreetly looking around for someone to come help me. It's all about me! A vehicle slowly pulled up and a young man got out and said, “hold on and I will finish that for you.”
So in about 30 minutes off I went, just as the Exxon light turned red and I think we all know how long that can take! I was #1 in line, praying I could get some traction. NOPE! People finally started going around me as I shed the hat, gloves and first layer. A guy approached and coached me into the parking lot where I sat patiently and waited on my heart rate to drop and off I went to try again.
I saw people pushing and people pulling and doing anything they could to help others out of the ditch. I witnessed several helping others get their groceries in their cars. I saw my neighbor on a tractor shoveling the main roads as well as heating and gas trucks coming and going. I received texts checking to see if my Mother and I needed anything at all. People helping people all over the place! It made me really proud to live in such a wonderful, small town with such caring individuals. These are the things that I remember.
The small things that really matter when push comes to shove.
When I got home, from my not so much needed excursion, I sat again and thought to myself chivalry is still alive and well...at least in Dumas, Arkansas, anyway.
