The boys were so excited and happy as we shopped all day before our
Doctor appointment at three that afternoon. My husband Charlie had the
job of keeping them busy while I picked out gifts to put under the
tree. We had purchased new coats, gloves, and snow boots for both boys
and a pram suit for our little daughter. Charlie and I also had new
warm winter coats. Our car was piled with gifts and food in the trunk
and our old coats were in the back seat with the boys.
My wait was much longer than expected as the doctor had been called to
an emergency at the hospital earlier in the day. I came out of the
office to face a terrible snowstorm. The blizzard conditions were
growing worse all the time. My husband was concerned as to our making
it back to our country home about seven miles from town. He thought
about us staying in a motel for the night and then decided we would
try to make it home.
Half way there we found the road was drifted so deep it drowned our
car and we sat stranded in the road. Charlie got out and began the
long walk to our home. He was going to bring our big truck back and
pull the car home with it. There was nothing we could do but wait in
the car.
I told stories and we sang nursery rhymes for what seemed like hours.
I was getting more worried by the minute but did not want the children
to know I was so scared. Finally my youngest son John who was three
climbed over into the front seat beside me and said, "Mommy, my daddy
is gonna freeze to death out there. And we will freeze too." I said
"No John, Daddy will be coming with the truck soon!" But the darkness
and blowing snow was covering our car and made it impossible to see
anything outside.
John climbed over into the back seat and knelt down on the floorboard
of the car. He prayed, "Jesus you take care of my daddy and send
someone to take us home, amen." Then he got up and put his face
against the back window and looked through a small hole where the snow
had blown off. In just a very few minutes he exclaimed, "Momma there
is a car coming to get us! See, I knew Jesus would send someone to get
us!"
I heard the old pickup stop right beside us and I had to kick the
frozen car door open to make him hear me as the window would not roll
down. The man said "My Lord Lady do you have children in there with you?"
I answered "Yes! I have two boys - three and four years old and a year
old little girl and my baby who is only six weeks old."
He began throwing his Christmas gifts and groceries in the back of the
old pickup and helped me carry the children to put in the cab. He
scooped and scooped again. We met my husband walking toward us about a
mile ahead. He had called everyone he knew to come get us and they had
all told him they would after the storm let up. Our truck that he had
gone to get was parked in another little town by my brother who had
used it that day.
The man told us he had lived out in that part of the country all his
life but had never taken that road to go home before. He said, "Why I
would take a strange road in such a storm is beyond me. But when I got
to the crossroads back there I just felt I needed to come that way."
He said he would have passed us by if I had not gotten the door kicked
open because he thought there was no one in the car. He took us to our
door and then had to stay with a neighbor because he could not make it
to his own home. Every Christmas we always made it a point to wish Mr.
Glascox a Merry Christmas and thank him for his gift of his decision
he made - "Where Two Ways Met."
The next day we found our car had been plowed around on each side by
the snow plow. We had been right in the middle of the road, our little
car completely covered with frozen snow.
By Leona Ebling, copyright © 2002
