Driving back from lunchtime coffee in the snow.  It was cold but not unbearable like it’s been the past week.  Snow everywhere.  The past couple of weeks have been brutal in these parts.  Icy roads made my commutes home from work close to two hours instead of the average 45 minutes.  Snow obscures the lines, so you aren’t really sure where you’re supposed to be driving…

We got up the hill, about the cross the intersection when we saw a little Honda Accord being pushed rather unsuccessfully by two women.  And lots of people sitting in their cars, watching, waiting for the intersection to clear so they could go about their day.  He turned to me, grunted in that way he does, when he has a question for me but isn’t sure what the words are.  I nod and tell him to go.  He tells me I can drive the truck around the corner and pick him up.

It all happened so fast.  The pushing, the driving, the finding the next driveway to pick him up at, and the attempt to not swoon too hard at the fact that except to ask me if it was ok, he did not hesitate to help someone who needed it.