It was 2007. That year always sticks in my mind, since it brought a lot more snow than we expected. In a normal year, we see about 50-60 inches of snow. That year we got well over 100.
I was out one night plowing an apartment parking lot, when I saw an old Ford Escort stuck in the snow on a nearby street. What was this guy doing out in this weather? There was about 15 inches of snow on the ground and it was still coming down hard. The city plows hadn’t gotten to that street yet and that little car wasn’t going anywhere. Unless, of course, I did something about it.
I swung over and cleared a path in front of the car, but it was still stuck. Next, I pulled out an old trick: I got a pile of snow on my winged-plow as a buffer, and gave the car a little bit of a push, slowly easing it out. I thought, “No big deal. We get drivers out of spots like this all the time.” Back to work, right?
Wrong. This wasn’t like other times. After I freed the car, the driver stopped and waved me over. I pulled up next to the car to see a man and his wife in the front, and a VERY newborn baby in the backseat. The baby turned out to be one day old, and they were coming home from the hospital for the first time when they got stuck.
They thanked me again and again, saying I was their guardian angel, but I was just trying to help someone who needed a little push. I’m still telling this story eight years later, and it’s cool to think that they’re probably telling their eight-year-old child the story of what happened the night they came home from the hospital.