We just needed cinnamon rolls and my dad's insulin. Mom, Dad, my brother, and I had all been in the house for too many hours together with nothing fun to do and nothing sweet to eat. The snow was piling up but it wasn't that high. Mom came from Massachusetts and up there, it snows feet for days! PA snow was no match for our little red Montero Mitsubishi sport with four-wheel drive. So, cinnamon rolls and CVS it was- just mom and I.
We take the main roads, just to be safe. Little red, my mom, and I are all cruising along to the sound of crunchy snow. Everything is perfect and white, well, everything except the roads we drive on. Not to my surprise, there are only a few other people on the roads, most are in trucks but some are in cars. All of us are driving slow and staying focused on the crunchy tire-track song the road has decided to cue for us. It's not long before we make it to the giant on the other side of town that is right next to the CVS that houses my dad's insulin.
Mom and I make quick work of the CVS stop. With cinnamon rolls and Insulin in hand, we make our way back toward home. Again, we take the main roads and take it slow. As we drive, mom sings along to this old song I faintly remember and I transcend into happiness- I always love car rides with my mom. This car ride is no different, or at least it wasn't any different.
Things can change.
As Mom and I crunch our way uphill on the high way, little red loses traction and starts falling back. Mom, who is an experienced snow driver, is unconcerned and she powers the car up the hill. Little red, who must have both respected and flat out declined my mom's snow experience, insisted on making us antiquated with the highway hill we were stuck on- and so, we effectively slid into a ditch on the side of the high way.
We were stuck. And we stayed stuck, with almost no gas in our un-inspected car, for what seemed like a full grey's anatomy marathon. A man, who seemed nice but uninformed, stopped to make sure mom and I were okay. He tried his hardest to help us free ourselves but he had no idea what he was doing; we didn't either.
Just as the nice, ill-equipped man pulled away from the ditch little red sat in, these people, who I can only describe as down-right-country pulled around in their huge silver truck. These folks hopped out of their truck and got to work hooking out car onto theirs. in a matter of seconds, these country folks had little red out of the ditch and back onto the road!
It was a true everyday miracle- had we been caught by the cops, my mom's and I's trip to CVS for cinnamon rolls and insulin would have ended in a possible repossession.
Sometimes, little red miracles are provided by the people you least expect to see.