The Good Samaritan and the Blizzard

By the time I got home from my gig Sunday night, it was nigh on 10:30. The snow in my driveway was higher than the hood of my car. (Those of you in Cali can read about the storm here.) I proceeded to shovel, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that I was never going to shovel a hole big enough to get my car in. It was snowing too fast, and blowing too hard. And, if the plow truck came by again, he’d probably just fill in all my hard work.

As I was working, a guy came by in a plow truck. I waved him down. “Would you mind making a hole for me just big enough to get my car in?” He agreed. About four swipes with his plow truck, and I had a place to park. I went back up to him, and said “Do you have a card?” He said “I’ve got one in here someplace.” I said “I’ll gladly send you some money for your time.” He said “Forget about it Bill. Have a good evening.”

Dear Mr. Samaritan; I don’t know who you were. I didn’t recognize you, and I didn’t recognize the company name on your landscaping truck. But the money you didn’t take from me on Sunday found it’s way to a Salvation Army kettle. Thank you for your kindness. It is sincerely appreciated.


  1. Jim

    Reminds me of the time we got the “storm of the century”. I got home about 7pm long after most people were in for the night due to the storm and I had a 4 foot snowbank to get through. The ole front wheel drive Aries was darn good in the snow and almost never got stuck. Well this time it did but I got in enough to be off the street. I had a cold so I left it at the end of the driveway and just went in. I was alone that weekend and my car was in no danger of being in the city plow’s way. The next morning I was shoveling out and coughing up a storm of my own due to being sick. A friend came along who did plowing but never normally plowed us out. Seeing my situation he just started in helping me get the car free. I know how much that meant to me.

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