Global Warming

One of my fondest winter memories happened in the late 70’s, sometime in April, when we had the biggest snowstorm I ever laid eyes on.  It was crazy! School was called off for a week.  Cars were literally buried to the point you did not see them.  

My Dad fired up the old snowmobile.  And I mean old.  He hitched up the sleigh that went with it, and began going door to door in my neighborhood asking the lady folk what they needed from the store.  He took the lists, almost like Santa Claus really, and headed to the nearest grocery store roughly six to eight miles away. 
 

The snow was so deep the entire County was in gridlock.  Except my Dad.  Now mind you, this was a kids’ perspective.  Naturally, the other Dads’ were probably moving and shaking things up in their neighborhoods too.  Even the main road of M-59 was only passable with snowmobiles!  

When he arrived at Food Town, the shelves were almost bare, and only one or two employees made it in to work that day.  He bought up every roll, bun, or bread equivalent he could get his hands on, along with any milk equivalent he could muster up, and anything else he could pick up from the list, or it’s nearest counterpart.  He loaded up the sleigh and headed back home making the deliveries on our street.  My Dad was a hero that day.   

This has been a snow crazy month here in my little town.   The storm that started yesterday doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.  Everyone is busy getting their exercise with shoveling and snow blowing.  I feel so blessed in that I have received a lot of assistance.  I could not do this snow clearing alone, and apparently I don’t need to.  When God was handing out goodwill towards men – I was given extra helpings.  I have the best neighbors, friends, and family in the world.  

For me, Global Warming has nothing to do with ozone layers, and everything to do with our heart.  It is people helping people, paying it forward, creating a world wide epidemic.