The Guardian Angel
Photo Courtesy Lori Morris The ice that covered the road sparkled in the morning sun as I strapped my kids into their car seats. My husband, who’d left earlier, had called and told me he thought I’d make it into town just fine if I took it slow along the two miles of county road before I hit the state highway, which had been salted and sanded. Still a voice in the back of my head whispered, “I don’t know about this.” I considered staying home, but an appointment made with an out-of-town client who only had today to select and buy a home led my over developed sense of responsibility to expunge that little voice and send it off to wherever better judgment resides. So here I was, standing in below zero windchill, my car canted nose down in the ditch, a mile from home and a mile from the highway. The stretch of road where I slid off was inconveniently located where no farmhouses were close by. The snow splotched...
