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February 12, 2011 - Janet DelTurco
I had an adventure yesterday. I am not really expecting Hollywood to come knocking at my door to beg for the movie rights, but it was enough excitement for me for a long time.
I had just arrived home with a load of groceries, and as it was dreadfully cold, I parked my truck as close to the house as possible for the unloading process, leaving about a foot of space between the vehicle and an ice-covered snowbank. My gloves and purse (containing my phone) were on the front seat as I stepped out and my feet slid out from under me. I must have grabbed at the door, but only managed to slam it shut as I slid right under the truck leaving only my head sticking out in that foot of space. Funny what goes through one's mind at such moments. I was debating with myself whether to yell "Nick!" for my grandson who was up in his room, or just a generic "Help!" It didn't matter anyhow, as there was no one around to hear me.
My hands were freezing, and I couldn't get my arms out, but I finally managed to roll over, and face down I was able to wiggle my arme up and stick my hands into the snow as far as they would go. As this is supposed to be a garden blog I should say that at that moment I was closer to my flower bed than I have ever been before, and I hope to never see it from that angle again.
Gradually I pulled myself up and rolled over again onto my back and struggled to get the heavy door open. Not easy from that position. Then all I had to do was to reach up to the steering wheel and blow the horn. I think I am going to write to Ford Motors and suggest that they should make horns a little easier to blow when one is halfway under a vehicle with frozen hands.
At this point Nick came out to see what all the commotion was about, and completed the rescue.
I was very lucky, and got away with just bumps and bruises, and hands that hurt more than I thought possible.
I wonder if James Cameron would do a better job than Steven Spielberg?
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