Hank, Christina and I were on our way home from Farwell, rounding the corner on Meridian Road when Hank was going too fast and rambed into the snow bank. We were stuck, but that is all. No problem, except how to get out of all the snow.

Within 20 seconds there was a big black car, two twenty-something year old guys that got out of their nice car. They both tried to help Hank push on the car to get us out while I was hitting the gas, (we were in the little car), to no avail. They were covered with snow and said they will be right back, they were going to go home to get a tow strap, (just around the corner). Hank was about to say, "hey, could you just give me a lift to my house down the road", but, he figured they really wanted to help out I guess. Anyway, they never came back for us. Hank finally walked to our house and like a knight in shining armor he came back with the manly Nissan Xterra and we were out of that snow in 30 seconds flat.

My whole problem is I am saddened by my hope in the two guys who lied to us. Christina, Hank and I all thought for sure they were coming back.

Moral of the story is, even though they didn't come back to help, I will still try to help someone out who is stuck somewhere. I will also be careful in case its a bad guy or girl, but, there are still many nice people out in this world.

Have a great weekend!