Sunday, December 21, 2008

Buffalo...The City of Amazing People.

This is my first time posting a blog and I have just the story to start it all off with... so here it goes.

So today was a crazy winter day filled with tons of snow. Stores and schools were closed and there were driving bans everywhere. Nothing out of the norm for Buffalo. I was at my friend Jills house (who lives right around the corner from me) and was getting ready to leave... this was at 10pm.

I drove down the street and stopped at the stop sign like I normally would... this was a bad idea apparently because I ended up getting stuck in a huge pile of snow. This was not the first time this happened today. Earlier in the day I got stuck coming to Jills house and a nice man helped me out... but now it was ten o'clock at night in the middle of a storm with hardly anyone out. So I called my dad.

While I was waiting for my dad I decided to count how many cars went by to see if anyone would stop and help me. Six cars went by before anyone stopped! I was this nice woman in an SUV who lived a street over and offered to go get shovels and help dig me out. I told her that my dad was on his way but she insisted. So she said she would be right back.

Now I was waiting for my dad and this nice woman off the street to come back and help me when another car got stuck just a house or two down from where I was. My dad finally showed up and started shoveling me out as well as the stranger lady. No luck. The three guys that were in the other car that got stuck ended up coming over to help shovel me out... with hockey sticks! Isn't that a classic Buffalonian... no shovel in the car... only hockey sticks... yet they still come over and offer to help. That's why I love Buffalo. :]

Anyway... My dad, the stranger lady, and the three hockey guys all worked together until finally my car was out. We drove it home and then went back to help the guys get their car out. That was a process... But after a lot of shoveling, digging, and pushing we got their car out too.

It was a very cold and windy night. My hair was frozen and I had snow up to my hips, but it warmed my heart to see perfect strangers, who probably had better things to do, stop and help me get unstuck from the snow... even without the right equipment. They didn't have to do that, but out of the goodness of their hearts they did... and that's why no matter where I go, I will always come back to Buffalo.

2 comments:

  1. That story is hilarious! U are right about the hockey sticks. Only in Buffalo!

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