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2.09.2012

thank goodness for good samaritans.

Today began as a difficult day. I woke up continuing to fight a strong and oh.so.pesky migraine that lingered from the previous morning. For more than twenty hours, I felt tight in my shoulders, weak in my muscles, and incredibly excruciating pain radiating through both of my tired eyeballs. I texted my boss at 4:30am to inform him I would be arriving to work late. He told me to take care and take the day off. 


Why didn't I listen to my boss? Why didn't I listen to my body when it was so clearly telling me to stay in bed? Why don't I simply rest and let myself heal?


Would have been too easy. And much too boring...


So instead, I rolled out of bed and got dressed for the day. I told myself I'd only go into school for three hours, to assist with the AVID classroom and to meet with students in my office during first and second lunch. On my way out the door I rather confidently thought to myself 'this will be the first time in seven days that i'll be driving my car out of the driveway...little miss independent is growing up!' 


You see, our town was hit with a seemingly never ending snowstorm a week ago, and since then, I have yet to see any signs of grass, sidewalks, or asphalt. Just white and brown snow & ice, blanketing the ground for days. Because our driveway is very steep and also happens to be covered in a few layers of ice and snow, Jordan has been in charge of navigating the cars in and out of the garage each day. But today was a new day and with the snow slowly melting away, I figured I could handle backing out of my driveway on my own. 


Oh, how presumptuous of me. 


It only took a few seconds for me to find myself stuck in a slanted car down an icy driveway. The left side of my vehicle was comfortably resting on a sheet of ice, while the right side had become rather engulfed in two and a half feet of snow. With my exhaust pipe filled with snow, and no sign of my right tires, I was officially defeated. Couldn't drive forward, couldn't reverse backward. After twenty minutes of shoveling, sweating and snowing through my work attire, and filling my non.snow boots to the brim with snow, a kind and oh.so angelic stranger pulled over and offered to help. He went around the neighborhood in search of a rope, and thirty minutes later was pulling me down my driveway. Sweet victory! 

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