I was just ready to leave the house Tuesday morning for work and from my garage I saw him. He was coming down my side of the street in his city truck with snow plow.
Slowly. Very slowly. A jogger could have probably out run him.
And I couldn’t believe what happened.
Just before he got to the start of the end of my driveway he lifted his blade so as not to leave a trail of snow there. After he knew he was past my driveway he put the blade down again to plow, again, slowly, until he got close to the next driveway, and up the blade went again.
Would calling that a Christmas miracle be too much?
Wish I knew who the driver was so I could thank him.