I actually forgot about this story until more recently.
There have been failed blizzard warnings in the immediate area around where I live. This is Colorado though, so the warning turned into a brief flurry which cleared up by late afternoon followed by the sun peaking through the clouds at sunset.
Despite the fact that we did not have a blizzard, stories of past snowstorms and blizzards started coming up amongst my friends.
It was one of those times when we were saying things like, Man, I remember when I was younger, we would have 3-4 ft of snow and still have to drive and go to school, without gloves or boots..blah blah blah.
Okay, maybe not that bad, but as I heard stories, I knew they would be exaggerated and extreme by the time wee little kids popped into our lives. haha
I didn’t actually tell this story to my friends, but it was newly refreshed in my mind.
It was a couple of winters ago and I was driving through the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. I was driving home from a road trip towards the end of the winter season.
I was actually planning on staying in Moab in Utah, but I had a ton of energy and changed plans and decided to finish the drive back home. It was about another 6 hours or so.
Everything was clear for the first couple of hours then as I started driving through the mountains the conditions progressively got worse.
I was in a line of cars winding through mountain roads driving about 10-15 miles an hour. The snow became so thick that only the first few cars in front of me were visible.
At every exit, flocks of cars were pulling to the side to wait out the storm. I had been tempting the idea too, but I was stubborn. I told myself I would sleep in my own bed and was ready to crawl my car there if that’s what it took.
About an hour out of Denver is when I saw the car slide to the side of the road.
It was a maroon mustang. Mustangs are not designed for travel in bad weather, especially a snow storm
By this point it had cleared a bit, but the roads were incredibly icy. I was probably a dozen cars behind the mustang when I saw it happen. No major damage, it had lost traction and slid to the shoulder and stopped there.
I was expecting a car or two to stop that were trailing her. They all just kept driving.
Myself and the guy in the car directly in front of me both made the decision to pull over.
As I walked out and made my way to see if everything is alright, the guy looked over and gave me a confused helpless look. It was a woman in the mustang with a terrified little girl in the back seat. They were Mexican and could only speak Spanish. They were trying to communicate with the man, but he couldn’t understand anything and didn’t know what to do.
I looked at her and her daughter and started talking to them in Spanish, asking if they were alright and if anybody had been hurt at all. Luckily everything was okay, they were just lost as to what to do next.
The guy looked at me, “You speak Spanish?”. I nodded. Already starting to walk back to his car he said something like, “Well since you have this I’ll be on my way”.
I was pissed off that he was so quick to leave. He didn’t even ask about them. As soon as he found out I could talk to them he just left. I forgot about him quickly and began to talk to the mom and her daughter.
They wanted to wait it out, but their car was no longer starting and it was still snowing.
I briefly found out where they were going and realized it was only half an hour away from my house. I told them is was on the way and that I had no problem driving there and dropping them off.
The mom nervously looked at her daughter and asked her if she felt comfortable going with me. She shyly nodded.
I smiled at her daughter. I remember telling her it was cold so she needed to bundle up, take her blanket and if she had some toys to take those too because we still had a long drive.
Her daughter warmed up to me and quickly got her things.
We get to my car, make sure the daughter is situated and comfortable in the back seat and head out on the road.
For the next couple of hours slowly making our way out of the mountains the woman tells me all about California and how she was coming to visit her daughter’s dad to make sure the two of them still had a relationship. She talked about her dreams of going to school and being a strong woman and example to her child.
I actually didn’t really talk much, I just listened. Sometimes that’s what people need, is for somebody to listen. (aside from assistance getting out of a snow storm, haha)
It was a good feeling, making sure they were going to be alright. I remember looking in my mirror watching the little girl cuddle in the back seat playing with a doll.
At one point her daughter stretches out, cups her hand to her mouth and tells her mom something then quickly sits back down.
The mom laughed a little bit then proceeded to tell me that her daughter was glad I picked them up. Her daughter said that she felt that I would protect them and she felt safe with me.
I looked back at her shy and smiling face, talk about having my heart melt!
Within the next couple of minutes, I saw her doze off holding her doll. She stayed asleep until we finally made it to where they were headed.
I offered to take them back after things had cleared up, but they said I had done too much already and they would figure out the rest.
Feeling pretty great, I finally made it back to my bed after a long and crazy road trip hours before the sun came up.
Have you ever picked up anybody from the side of the road or helped out somebody with car troubles? Any exciting or interesting stories come from it?