I was asleep when my Mom, up early as usual for her nursing shift, burst into my room just after 4 am to see if I had come home from the game safely. Turned on the tv and gulped. Of all the luck.
Just weeks later I was caught still on I91 just north of New Haven on the way back from my first real job interview in Greenwich that didn't happen because they had closed early due to the latest storm of the century. Low on gas I sat in with a trucker for a couple of hours and then shared the Chips Ahoy I had presciently picked up at the Norwalk toll plaza with a mom and her 3 anxious young kids for another hour. Eventually, 6 1/2 hours later, my 1970 Dodge Dart was freed by a plow using the tactic - plow a few feet, chain up to a car, pull it forward, plow a few feet..." I had a one lane polar express at 20 mph into Hartford at 10 pm and riding on fumes. Incredibly, I came upon a tiny gas station glowing like angel on Albany Avenue in the midst of the storm's fury. I filled up and eventually made it one mile from home before I had to pull over and walk the rest of the way through thigh-deep snow.
Yes, I got the job due in no small part to my infamous experience that told them I'd do anything for that job.
Grew an awful lot that winter.