Minus 33°C, to say it was cold would be an understatement. Snow was plied high on the sidewalks and navigating through was a beast! The trip to work was tedious and required mammoth patience. I was exhausted by the time I reached into work. The commute was comprised of delays after delays including a subway shutdown. I caught the bus at 8am. I reached to work at 10:30 am. My start time is 10 am, all my efforts to arrive on time by leaving home extra early was a complete and utter failure. Going home felt like it would be be easier. As the second part of the journey was fairly smooth. I was wrong. It was a nightmare.
I left the office at 5:30 pm and caught the first bus to the subway station. The 8 minute ride took 35 minutes. The train ride was pretty uneventful and I thought 'yes! its smooth sailing from here.' I pulled out my phone and pulled up my book "The plant Paradox" by Steven R. Gundry and continued reading. There were a few minor delays due to train traffic in the tunnels no biggie. It was in the short block walk to my house that spelt disaster.
I exited the bus on my final ride to my home. I crossed the street and to my dismay there was even more snow plied high on the sidewalk. I checked the street to see if I could take a chance and walk there but unfortunately cars were speeding by at break neck speed. I took a deep breath and forged on stepping in others foot prints until I ran out of prints. I step forward and fell to my knees the snow was so high. Each time I attempted to get up I fell back down because the snow was so high I had nothing to anchor me to push myself up. I was getting frustrated. I could not give up because lying in the snow was not an option. Like a toddler with ass in the air I attempted to rise up with the inevitable result. I thought what I must look like to passerbys. Finally a good Samaritan took pity on me. She stopped in her SUV and shouted out the window, "are you okay!"
On the sidewalk feeling like ten kinds of fool I shouted back, "I don't think so, I can't seem to get up!". I started laughing just then because I remembered all those bad jokes about falling down and not being able to get up. My rescuer shouted, "hold on am coming.!" She relieved me of my bag so I could better assist myself after a few more attempts I finally managed with as little grace as possible to heave myself out of the snow. I was cover in the stuff and laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. I looked at the rest of the sidewalk full with snow apprehensively. My rescuer asked, how far are you going?" I looked at her as I answered, "right there but I don't think I will chance going through that mess again." I looked to the streets clear of snow but my rescuer said, "get in I'll take you over. Grateful I got in with many thank you on my lips while shaking my head and laughing at myself. Then I looked at my rescuer and said, "this gives new meaning to I've fallen and I can't get up." We laughed. She said smiling, "at least you can laugh at the situation." I looked at her a big smile on my face and said, "what else is there to do? Then I asked her her name (Rachel) and introduced myself and thanked her again for the assist.
I stood in front my home and knocked. My daughter opened the door took one look at me coverd from head to toe in snow and exclaimed, "what happened to you?" I explained and we laughed then she told me that earlier she had to help 3 elderly people who had fallen navigating that that same snow plied sidewalk.
*Sigh, I wish the city would consider pedestrians when clearing snow from the streets and not pour it all unto the sidewalk.
Thanks Rachel!
Thanks Rachel!