Anne B. Kiefel, Fargo, Published April 21 2013
Letter: Here is an example of why I live in this stateSunday night (April 14) my daughter and I were driving north on 45th Street during the wet, messy storm. As I changed lanes from the left to the right, my car started to fishtail and swerve. We ended up facing straight east on the curb and the car was stuck; luckily, neither of us were hurt and there were no cars traveling around us.
I calmed my daughter and then called my brother to ask him to help me get out of the snow; in the time we waited for him to arrive, three young gentlemen stopped, one even turning his car around, to see if we needed help. I thanked them and let them know we were waiting for my brother and everything was OK.
My brother arrived and he and his wife tried to push my car off the curb, but it was stuck and there was no traction to help out the situation. I then looked to the south and noticed a parade of city of Fargo snowplows coming toward us. Anxiety set in, as well as some embarrassment. What happened next made me swell with pride to be living in this city and state.
The plows stopped and every driver door opened. The drivers all walked to my car, stepped in front and pushed my car off the curb with ease. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore, I was proud. Proud of my community and proud there are good people out there willing to lend a hand, even if it means it may take 10 minutes out of their scheduled day.
With the snowstorms hitting us almost every weekend lately, I hear people often say, “Remind me why we live in this state?” I wouldn’t trade beaches or skyscrapers for the gestures I experienced on Sunday. That’s why I live in this state and why I always will.