A wintery, sleet ride home…
It was on February 2. And I was with my mom and my brother Brandon. (It was Brandon’s birthday.) We were on our way home from church. It was snowing and mushy and sleet was falling from the sky.
So on the way home we were going down a steep hill. (because no matter how I get home, we will have to go down a steep hill.)
We were on our way when we got stuck going home. We were slipping and sliding going down the hill. There are sharp curves and lots of trees.
Mom had to back up from the hill or else we probably would of crashed. Then we went into a driveway. We parked our car and got out. We were going to ask the people inside the house if we could leave our car there and have my dad and other brother, Kyle, to pick us up in his truck.
A lady opened up the front door she was super duper nice. She made me, my mom and Brandon some hot chocolate to drink. I was freezing. Only having on my sparkly slippers, a skirt, jacket and a shirt. I am so thankful for sweet, wonderful people. She was so nice and helped us out in a time of need. She also had a daughter that was named Chelsey. “Pay it forward”, she said. 🙂 So I shall!