It was my freshman year of college in December 1981 in Kirksville, Missouri. I had just finished finals and was anxious to head home for Christmas break. Although it was snowing hard outside (perhaps harder than what would generally be expected in Missouri), I was confident I could make the two and a half hour trip home safely since I had done my driver's ed. driving during winter (although I had limited experience driving in snow, and especially in heavily falling snow).

I was barely out of town and had driven over one small hill and was approaching a second, when the car began sliding. With my inexperience, I lost control and the car went into a ditch. Immediately afterwards, a man driving a snow plow stopped and offered me a ride to a phone. He took me to the nearest business, which was a funeral home. The man inside was incredibly nice. He called a tow truck for me and went out of his way to be hospitable to me, offering me coffee, etc. He helped so much in calming me down, since I was very shaken. I was there for what seemed like quite awhile.

Then the tow truck driver arrived and gave me a ride back to my car. I begged him to drive my car for me back into town, because I was so scared of wrecking. But he talked to me very calmly--gave me a pep talk and said that I could do this, just to take it slowly.

I did somehow make it safely back to to the dorm. Amazingly my parents weren't too upset and made arrangements for me to ride home with others from our hometown who were going to college there also. The storm had subsided by the following morning, and our convoy of cars with shared rides navigated the still slippery roads to leave the college and head for our hometown.

A Christmas to remember - that God sent someone right away after my car went into the ditch, that I was taken to where I was offered comfort, for the pep talk of the tow truck driver, and ultimately for a safe arrival home for Christmas.

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