"There is a severe
blizzard warning in the forecast for this area," her elderly father
cautioned Beth, as she prepared to go to her best friend's home for a New
Year's Eve celebration. "Stay home tonight!"
"It is only twenty miles. I promise to be careful, dad," she replied. "You worry too much!"
"I should worry about you being on the highway in a blizzard, daughter!"
"Oh, dad!"
Eighteen year old Beth seldom heeded her parent's warnings about anything. She was the youngest of eight children and determined to be as independent as all the rest of them.
"I am not certain that was such a good idea," she thought, a while later, as she headed into the country where heavy, wet snow was swirling in every direction. With continual white outs, her visibility was almost nil. It was slow going and extremely slippery. As she drove over a hill, she spotted the flashing, blue light on a police cruiser. Moments later, a big, burly officer pulled her over to advise her of trouble, an accident just up ahead.
"You won't be able to get through on the highway. Everyone is having major problems! I can help you turn your car around."
Reluctantly, Beth agreed to do just that. She got out of the car to clean her windshield wipers and check the snow drifts.
As she was about to get back back inside, the driver of a transport truck coming down the hill, spotted her car and hit the brakes, but it was too late. His transport truck jack-knifed, careened out of control and plowed into the back of her car causing it to roll down an embankment into a deep ditch.
"It is only twenty miles. I promise to be careful, dad," she replied. "You worry too much!"
"I should worry about you being on the highway in a blizzard, daughter!"
"Oh, dad!"
Eighteen year old Beth seldom heeded her parent's warnings about anything. She was the youngest of eight children and determined to be as independent as all the rest of them.
"I am not certain that was such a good idea," she thought, a while later, as she headed into the country where heavy, wet snow was swirling in every direction. With continual white outs, her visibility was almost nil. It was slow going and extremely slippery. As she drove over a hill, she spotted the flashing, blue light on a police cruiser. Moments later, a big, burly officer pulled her over to advise her of trouble, an accident just up ahead.
"You won't be able to get through on the highway. Everyone is having major problems! I can help you turn your car around."
Reluctantly, Beth agreed to do just that. She got out of the car to clean her windshield wipers and check the snow drifts.
As she was about to get back back inside, the driver of a transport truck coming down the hill, spotted her car and hit the brakes, but it was too late. His transport truck jack-knifed, careened out of control and plowed into the back of her car causing it to roll down an embankment into a deep ditch.
"You are very
lucky," said the police officer, shaking his head.
"I was just about to turn my car around," Beth replied, apologetically.
One vehicle after another piled up behind them, over the next few hours.
"Stranded in a blizzard! How could I have been so dumb?"
"Your car is a total write-off, dear, but vehicles are easy enough to come by," said her father, two days later. As soon as the highway was plowed, he had been able to get through to the tiny, country church, where she and fifteen other travelers had been stranded because of the blizzard.
"Daughters are not that easy to come by," he said, giving her a warm hug.
"I was just about to turn my car around," Beth replied, apologetically.
One vehicle after another piled up behind them, over the next few hours.
"Stranded in a blizzard! How could I have been so dumb?"
"Your car is a total write-off, dear, but vehicles are easy enough to come by," said her father, two days later. As soon as the highway was plowed, he had been able to get through to the tiny, country church, where she and fifteen other travelers had been stranded because of the blizzard.
"Daughters are not that easy to come by," he said, giving her a warm hug.
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