OK, so today is one of those days that I am reminded that I grew up in the south. I went to class this morning in Virginia and there was less than an inch of snow on the ground. At noon, classes were cancelled for the rest of the day, and so I faced the blizzard-like conditions on my way to the car. Snow was piled on top of my car five to six inches deep. “So cool,” I thought.
Well, I threw all my stuff in the car and climbed in the seat. As I turned the ignition, I realized that I needed to clean off the windshield and the snow was too heavy for the wipers to do the trick. I climb back out of the car and wipe off the snow using my hand (no gloves mind you) and my arm. I cranked up the defrost and off I went.
About a half a mile up the road I realized that I should have cleared off the side windows and the back window too. I couldn’t see to change lanes. Not really thinking, I rolled down the window to clear off the snow when an avalanche of ice and snow fell into my car. I quickly rolled the windows back up, but I still couldn’t see.
Finally I pulled over and wiped down the windows and the back windshield, and left again. This time I noticed that my side mirrors were snow covered, my seats were drenched, and my fingers were frozen. I shivered as I continued to drive, and I realized that if my Ohio colleagues could see me I would be the laughingstock of class.
You see, in Georgia, if it snows even a little, life stops. Stores close. Schools cancel. Everyone stays indoors and praises God for a day of rest.
I was definitely humbled as I travelled in the wintry mix today. I am grateful to be indoors where it is nice and cozy, and I thank God that I live in the South.