On Jan. 18, the roads were clear at 7:30 a.m. but when I came home at 9:30, Stags Neck Road – a long straight downhill road — was covered with ice. My car slid and spun uncontrollably like a wild animal. It was terrifying. The car finally stopped at the bottom of the hill and I managed to park it.
I took my umbrella, ski pole, shoulder bag, mail and garage remote and tried to cross the street to my side. I walked on the leaves by the curb but I slipped and fell.
A neighbor whom I barely knew, Anita Enignes, was walking down her drive and came to help me. We began to walk up roads when a young man came from nowhere, a stranger from Seminary Avenue whom I now know is Daniel Isales.
Between the two of them we kept walking to another frozen driveway. Daniel collected leaves and laid them across the driveway. We finally made it to my home.
If it weren't for these two Good Samaritans, I'd be a frozen skeleton on Stags Head Road.
Why do we read only of fires, plane crashes, shootings, sinking ships? Nice things happen – good people are!
Marianne Rigler
Towson