Newspaper article Pittsburgh Post-Gazette (Pittsburgh, PA)

A Glimmer of Hope on a Night of Slippery Roads, a Kind Stranger Saved Me

Newspaper article Pittsburgh Post-Gazette (Pittsburgh, PA)

A Glimmer of Hope on a Night of Slippery Roads, a Kind Stranger Saved Me

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During the evening news on a Wednesday in mid-March, I prepared to leave my house. I half-listened to the TV. A reporter spoke with a man on the street who complained about how the world was in such bad shape and how nobody could be trusted nowadays.

I glanced out the window. There was a light dusting of snow on the streets. The meteorologist hadn't predicted any bad weather so I kissed my husband, Jim, and drove off in our Chevy van.

I followed my usual route to my writers' group in Squirrel Hill.

The meeting was intense. That is, until one member's husband called her and said the roads were getting slick. I jumped up, got into the Chevy and crawled along through an inch of snow. I've always been a scared rabbit when driving on snow or ice.

At the corner of Wilkins and South Negley, I clicked on my left turn signal but hesitated. I could have gone straight, which might have kept me on flat roads. But I didn't dare deviate from my normal route. I have an awful sense of direction and would surely get lost. Who knew what pitfalls I might encounter?

So I drove along at a snail's pace until I reached the crest of the steep Negley hill and peered down.

Vehicles slipped and slid and some had stopped. I said to myself, "I am not going down that hill and I'm not turning around. I'm staying right here."

Then I turned into a dead-end street and parked.

I dug into my purse for my cell phone. Wouldn't you know that I forgot it! I never, ever forget my phone, although a friend of mine disputed that when I told her the story afterward.

I sat for a moment but not for long. Getting out of the van, I looked around at the big, beautiful houses, walked up to one and rang the doorbell. It was 10:45 p.m.

No one answered so I started to make my way back down the driveway. From the house, a man's voice called, "Why did you ring my bell?"

"Because your house was the only one with the lights on," I answered, coming back up on the front porch. …

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