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This article was published 16/5/2013 (1085 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
The plows were clearing the streets in my zone, and I was worried about the big ridge that would be left at the end of my driveway.
I use a wheelchair and someone clears my snow, but he can’t always come right away. I was going out that day so knew I needed the city snowplows to help me.
When I heard the plows, I got into my power chair and went outside. They were already on to the next driveway, and I couldn’t get their attention. I tried to catch up with them down at the corner, but I still couldn’t get their attention. So I turned around and headed home.
That’s when my chair started sinking into the snow. I started spinning in the chair and knew there was no way out by myself. I had come out without my phone and couldn’t even call the neighbour for help. The next course of action was to wave down the next car that drove by.
Then I saw the plows coming back my way. I waved as the first one passed and saw him pick up a device — a walkie talkie of some kind maybe — and then look back to the second plow. The driver of the second plow jumped down and came over to me.
He didn’t say a word — I think they wear ear plugs. He pushed my chair out of the rut, and I asked if he could clear my driveway. He had a bit of a smile and without a word got back into the plow and cleared my driveway.
I gave him a thumbs up and a smile, and he smiled and nodded, and they went on their way.
It was such a gift. I am so grateful to these men who took the time to put themselves on hold to bail me out.
— Judy Ford