One Step at a Time

Picked up my son at kindergarten at noon, and I got stuck in the snow right outside of the school. (Did I mention I’m SICK OF THIS WEATHER??) I could inch backwards a foot; but I couldn’t go a bit forwards. It was frightening and really irritating … tires spinning … Camryn in the back crying because she’s sick and needs a nap … Derek in the back chanting “Go mommy … go mommy…” as if he goes out to clubs on Saturday nights and does this regularly. I was getting more and more frustrated, and it was more and more clear I wasn’t going anywhere.

Grrrrrr.

Then, this guy of about 17 years old pulls up in his car. Butts out his cigarette, and says, “Can I push for you?” Camryn cries harder; I say, why not?? He tries, but it doesn’t work. So he offers to try and drive it out for me. I hop out (yes, my kids are in the vehicle … yes, very dumb in hindsight…. but yes, it’s a small town and my gut says he’s OK). He tries again and again but no luck. I can’t believe this. Adults … adults I even know are just driving on by, even waving. Then five of this kid’s friends pull up, (when you’re seventeen and it’s lunch hour, you fill up every seat in your car, don’t you??) and they ALL pushed while he drove, and they got me out!!!!!!

His name was Justin, I found out … and he made me sorry for anytime I’ve ever rolled my eyes about a teenager. Because when I said, “Thanks so much for stopping, because you really didn’t have to do that, you know” , he replied: “What was I gonna do? Drive on by and get on with my day?”

Wow. Incredible attitude, Justin. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!!!! And “well done” to Justin’s parents!