I was driving east on Grant Avenue to meet friends for lunch.
I looked in my rear-view mirror and noticed an ambulance with siren and flashing lights going some distance away. I was in the curb lane, and just ahead of me, a van had stopped. I had a choice on the slippery road of crashing into him or attempting to swerve around and get back into the curb lane out of the way of the ambulance.
So I swerved. But I hit an patch of ice and skidded out of control, ending up in deep snow on the median. Luckily I did not block the ambulance.
Two Good Samaritans stopped to help. They tried very hard to push me out, but my car would not budge. I said I would call for a tow truck, and the two gents left.
At this point, my On Star came on and said a tow truck would be there in 45 minutes. Then two police officers showed up to see if there were any injuries. Very kindly, the officers said they would wait with me unless they got an emergency call. One officer set flares in the road so the read end of my car wouldn’t be hit.
Next a passing tow truck, hauling a vehicle on a dolly, stopped and offered to hook a chain to my car and pull it out. In short order, my car was eased back on to the street.
Through all of this I never got any names or any form of identification from any of the six who came to my rescue and laboured in the deep snow in minus 12 degree weather while I sat behind the steering wheel of a nice warm car.
To all of you, a heartfelt thanks.
— Ross M. Cleeve