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The car got stuck right in front of my house. It was snowing quite a bit, and the roads weren’t plowed. Normally, I’d run outside and help. But I didn’t. I didn't want to. We were eating dinner, and the College Football championship game was about to start. When I peeked out the window, I noticed it was a young man (probably about 25 or so). He’ll figure it out , I told myself. In between bites Kate kept prodding me. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out and help?” “Not this time,” I said. (See, this happens about every other storm.) “He’s young and able. He’ll get out.” Well... He didn’t get out. Eventually, cars tried getting around him and they got stuck too. When the plow finally came it cleared the road but ended up leaving that first car in even worst shape – stuck and now surrounded by a curb of snow. Kate gently pushed me out the door. When I got to the car, my neighbor was already on the scene pushing the vehicl...