MSGID: 2:460/58 0000013d   
   PID: tg_BBS_v0.6.3   
   CHRS: CP866 2   
   TGUID: 1223717052   
   REPLYTO 2:460/58 1223717052   
   RealName: August Abolins 2:221/1.58   
      
      
   [Introduction: Since this story arrived to me via Telegram, I decided to   
   retell it  to my fidonet friends via the same mechanism.]   
      
   Setting the scene.. The two main subjects of this story are a mother and   
   daughter (both very close family friends of mine). They and the rest of their   
   family decided to spend a few days in their cottage about 40 minutes drive   
   north of my town for a few days during the Christmas holidays.   
      
   This is their Christmas Eve story..    
      
   "Sadly this Christmas didn?t turn out as planned.    
      
   "Being holed up here is nice. Time to decompress. Although it takes planning   
   to deal with not having the water turned on, it?s really not an issue for us.   
   We melt snow for washing dishes, and bring up drinking water.    
      
   "Kat (daughter) and I did have an adventure Christmas Eve between our zoom   
   chat with the extended family and the church service stream. We had planned to   
   make dinner in between but realized we forgot the butter. Kat and I popped out   
   to the little shop in Lake St Peter. It was about 4:30 and it had already   
   closed. It was drizzling and getting dark. We called the General store in   
   Maynooth and we had 12 minutes to get there before they closed. We bee lined   
   it there and not only got the butter but the LCBO was still open so picked up   
   another bottle of bubbly.    
      
   "The rain had turned to thick heavy snow so quickly that our drive back was   
   slow. The bare road was now snow covered and snotty, as I call it. It was that   
   hypnotic snowfall coming at the window.    
      
   "Kat and I were belting out Christmas songs when we saw weird vertical   
   flashing lights before the turn off for the cottage. It was a pick up truck   
   that had slid off the road and turned on its side. It must have just happened.   
   We called 911 and climbed over the mound of snow to get to the truck. I could   
   see movement but because the air bags blew, the cabin was full of the powder   
   that?s in them. He was ok, thankfully but could not get the door open to climb   
   out the other door. Kat was able to climb up enough to get the door open so he   
   could get out. This guy was 85+. We got him in our truck, covered him in a   
   blanket and waited for emergency services to arrive. It took a while. He had   
   been on his way to our north road to visit a buddy for tea when his wheel   
   caught the shoulder and pulled him off the road into the ditch and trees. He   
   called his wife from my phone ( who is also as old as dirt) who could not   
   figure out how to get their mini van in gear. He was trying to explain it.   
   Oy!  I think that scared us more. It was really snowing now.     
      
   "Finally the police arrived. The ambulance was on its way to check him out   
   too. He said his neck was sore but needed to get back to the farm to do   
   chores. He has a few hundred chickens, a dozen goats and 2 horses. We told him   
   we?d get eggs from him next season.    
       
   "Needless to say that adrenaline rush had us both shaking. We got back to the   
   cottage without issue.   
      
   --- tg BBS v0.6.3   
    * Origin: Fido by Telegram BBS by Stas Mishchenkov (2:460/58)   
   SEEN-BY: 1/123 18/200 90/1 105/81 120/340 123/131 124/5016 154/10   
   SEEN-BY: 203/0 221/0 226/30 227/114 229/101 424 426 452 664 1016 240/5832   
   SEEN-BY: 249/110 206 317 400 280/464 5003 288/100 292/8125 310/31   
   SEEN-BY: 317/3 322/757 342/200 396/45 423/120 460/58 777 1124 5858   
   SEEN-BY: 633/280 770/1 5054/30   
   PATH: 460/58 280/464 229/101 426