I was born and raised in Virginia. We had some very respectable snow storms but nothing like the ones in New England. I think it was the winter of 2003 As a travel nurse I had landed an assignment in Northern New Hampshire. It was just a few days before Christmas and we got 48 inches of snow in one storm. I was at work when the storm hit I had never see so much snow at one time in my life. It was all I could do to get to my car. I started the engine and I had four brand new snow tires on my car. I was scared to death. I had a death grip on the steering wheel and tried to remember everything I had read or heard about driving in the snow. It was snowing so hard I could only see a few feet ahead of me.

I  held the steering wheel, prayed and all at once I remembered my daddy always said if you are stuck in a blizzard to get behind a snow plow and just follow him. I was just sitting there and my hands still gripped the steering wheel till my knuckles were white. Out of no where a snow plow appeared. I felt better. My daddy was never wrong and I felt like I was safe. I put the car in gear and got behind the snow plow.

The snow plow moved slowly. I followed, He turned. I turned..This went on for quit a while, perhaps for a good half an hour and the snow plow stopped. The driver jumped out of his truck and made his way back to me. I rolled down the window.

“Madame are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes Sir. I'm fine now. My daddy always told me if I was ever in a blizzard to get behind a snow plow and just follow him so that's what I'm doing.”

“Well Madame I hate to tell you this, but I just finished plowing the hospital parking lot and I'm headed for the Wal-Mart parking lot next..."