Ice...Who Needs It?

Yesterday started like any other weekday. Aches. Groans. Phlegm. It was snowing out. Which was more of the exception over the last couple weeks, but was generally common enough not to cause any alarms. I headed out to work and was glad to see that roads seemed "code yellow"...except for one anomaly. 

The road that links Geneva to Pleasant Grove Blvd. seemed to be "The Street That Time Forgot". Sure the roads were basically flash froze the night before, but that's what salt is for. Come on! And this street needed it bad. Bad enough that only a few seconds down the road I saw a truck that had just flipped into the ditch. I and a few other cars quickly (but gingerly [remember...really bad road]) pulled off the street and foot raced down to the wreck.

I saw a body laying on the roof, and based on how the cab was positioned (wrapped around the ditch) I couldn't help but think, This is going to be a mess. We yanked the door open and to our surprise she was conscious. We pulled her out and found that she was not only conscious, but unscathed. No visible damage whatsoever. Definite miracle. You'd agree if you saw the truck.

We started discussing the details with the lady. What had happened? Are you okay? etc. Then I noticed that one of the guys that was there was a good friend of mine. Val. He was a designer at my company who had recently left for another job. Quick visual. The guy is a 6'4" and 300 lb Polynesian. Big dude. Then I thought no wonder getting the door opened and the lady out seemed so easy. We had the human jaws of life.

All in all. It was as good of an end to that type of a circumstance that you can have. Sure the car was undoubtedly beyond totaled, but the lady was unharmed, and I wasn't even late to work.

Moral: drive slow, drive safe, and have big friends.