Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 2/5/2013 (1099 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
My son and I were returning home from errands late in the evening with my son, barely into his third month of driving, behind the wheel. We were driving south on Cambridge Street approaching Taylor Avenue.
There had been a lot of snow, and the banks were piled high from street plowing. At this point on Taylor, there is a curve in the road, and as we approached from Cambridge, it was impossible to see the westbound crossing traffic at the intersection.
My son started to turn west onto Taylor and sure enough we quickly found ourselves in the path of a westbound car. I pulled the steering wheel hard to the right, and we managed to avoid a collision but we rode high up the snowbank.
We were in dress clothes and had no tools to shovel our way out. A kind young man stopped to help dig us out, but the snow was too packed, and his shovel soon broke.
Another stranger, also a younger man, driving a black Toyota Tundra stopped shortly afterwards to help. He had a nylon tow rope and within minutes the two of them had wrapped it around a rear tire and carefully pulled us out.
Traffic was relatively heavy at the time. The congestion we had created was preventing a transit bus from turning north onto Cambridge, and we were now blocking the westbound curb lane on Taylor. Traffic was backed up in all directions, so we quickly thanked them and went on our way. We felt bad about not having properly thanked these two young gentlemen for their acts of kindness.
As I explained to my son, our only thanks is to pay this forward.
I have now purchased a small but sturdy shovel and a tow rope that will no longer leave the vehicle.
Thanks gents, for helping us that evening and for providing both of us with some exemplary lessons in both kindness and preparedness.
— Dean and Brad Melnychuk