Victoria knew she was taking a big chance traveling on this night. The snow had already started, and with the small flakes that were falling it was a tell tale sign that the storm might be a doozey. However Victoria Lacey could not help herself but to drive a two and a half hour drive to visit her boyfriend. Oh yah her boyfriend Trent Mash told her she didn’t have to come and risk the possible nasty weather that could be ahead, but he also hated to tell Vicky what to do when it came to her choices. Trent always thought Vicky knew what she was doing and knew best.
Vicky knew the route to Trent’s home in Rhode Island like the back of her hand. It was December and the wind was blustering across the field where her car was parked warming up for the trip. Vicky had her favorite Christmas carol CD blaring away as she pulled out of the drive way.
Yes Victoria was an adventurous free spirited girl at age twenty two. She was also a very positive thinker as well as stubborn and these attributes could get her into some pickles. Vicky did believe in guardian angels and knew God was always surrounding her with HIS LOVE; for these factors as well as her yearning to be with Trent spurred her on with high concentration to make the beginning of this ride in the flurries almost an empowering occasion!
Vicky was a tall beautiful girl. She had dark rich skin that shimmered. Her hair was in a natural long fro with a handful of beaded braids to dress up her do. She was dressed this night in a preppy practical look to fight the impending weather and prepared with layer clothing incase of a break down. Vicky had thrown her parka in the back seat, because it was too bulky to wear while driving. She had on jeans that fit her to a “T” and a white turtle neck covered partially by a red snow flake sweater. Vicky not only had a layer of regular socks on but also wool socks under her practical LLBean duck boots.
It was five o’clock in the evening and before she headed for the highway Vicky stopped to buy a coffee at the local coffee shop.
The flakes seemed to be coming down harder now but Victoria was not going to let this detour her.
She pulled out of the coffee shop’s driveway and was driving determined to make her destination.
In a half hour Vicky was at the entrance of the highway with now the flakes seeming to become less fluffy and more wet and icy. The icy part did scare her but it was too late; she was already headed on the four lane highway into the city where she could switch off to a two lane highway connecting Connecticut and Rhode Island. Traffic had slowed to a pace that was bumper to bumper which was nerve racking.
There were accidents with people off the road sporadically; and this did frighten Vicky very much almost into a nervous panic attack. She however collected her thoughts to slowly inch forward because she really had no other choice; but oh how she wished she did have another option at this point! Victoria fantasized in her desperation that a helicopter could rescue her from this messy dangerous icy highway. Of course she knew that wouldn’t really happen so she started to do the only other thing she could, and that was to pray. Victoria started out with the Lord’s Prayer, and when finished with that she asked for help not only for herself but all the people on the highway.
Finally Vicky reached the city where the roads seemed more wet than icy, now she had to find her exit and get over without having an accident. She did it and was on the two lane highway called two o two which would lead her at least three quarters the way through her destination; until the next switch in a small town called Bethel where she would get on to a one lane highway for the rest of her travels.
At this point the snow was still coming down and starting to pile up faster than Vicky had ever seen! Luckily there was a state plow in front of her plowing and sanding the way. Finally the plow turned off an exit and she had to start traveling slower and slower as the snow started to mount up around her tires. Victoria thought to herself; “If I could just make it to Bethel” “I think there will be a chance the snow will be less seeing I am traveling closer to the shoreline.”
Victoria even with her positive attitude was starting to worry as she focused on driving through this immense storm!
There were really no other cars to be seen except the ones that seemed to have been abandoned here and there. At this rate Vicky felt it would take forever to get to Bethel! She had to drive very slow and steady with her eyes pealed to see through the blizzard-ous storm!
Such tedious driving was getting so tiring for Vicky.
Finally Vicky recognized the end of the highway into Bethel; but by this time she could hardly get her tires to move through the thick snow. She was at the light and started to slowly budge her car to start up again but it slipped and ended up in a snow bank!
Blustery cold out and Vicky was stuck! Stuck in no where land! While the snow still came down she was actually stranded in a place she knew no one. There was no where to even find a phone booth to call for help.
At this time Vicky had no choice but to walk across the street to the nearest house and ask for help. But would these people even be home? Would they be awake this late in the evening? What could they really do for her? Would they even be nice?
Vicky put on her coat, hat, and gloves. She made sure she grabbed her purse, which she always carried extra items in. Vicky tried to open the car door but it was really stuck good up against the now rapidly piling up snow. She used her foot to kick repeatedly enough to get her body through an opening. Finally Vicky was out and she made sure she locked the car up good. Hopefully her car would be alright until it could be pulled out safely. What a predicament Vicky was in! She truly couldn’t imagine yet how she was going to get out of it?
Even if there was a hotel around Vicky could get to; she didn’t own a credit card, nor was she carrying any more than twenty dollars on her. But the first thing she had to worry about in this blizzardly weather was to get to some shelter, she was already freezing right down to her bones. Vicky started to walk to the nearest house she could see directly across the street. The walking seemed to take forever with the snow up as high as her knees. It was exhausting just for a short walk to the house but finally she made it. Vicky thought “Please God let them be home and let them be nice”.
Worried but desperate Victoria knocked on the door that loomed in front of her like belonging to a giants castle. She felt so small freezing there in the knee deep snow. Vicky could see only one light on; and even though no one showed at the door yet, something told her to knock again. She waited again not really knowing where else to turn, the other houses didn’t have lights on and they all seemed so far away she even imagined not making it.
At last there was a shadow walking towards the door, and the door opened with two silhouettes standing there in the light.
Quickly from pure exhaustion, fear, and desperation Vicky started to tell the couple standing there of her plight, as hot tears started now to roll down her cheeks.
The couple immediately asked Victoria in and had her sit down in a chair in the foyer. They told her to calm down and that everything would be fine. For some reason both of the couple’s tones did relax Vicky and she was able now with out crying to explain the mess she was in.
After Vicky introduced herself the couple introduced themselves. They were Frank and Paula Nesmart. They lived alone there in a good sizeable home now being empty nesters with their children all grown and moved away.
Both had grey hair and pure white looking skin with pleasant warm smiles on their faces. Frank seemed to be about six foot tall and Paula much shorter than he. Frank still had his clothes on, but Paula was already dressed for bed with a comfy looking robe and fluffy slippers with a few curlers in her hair.
The first thing they insisted on was for Vicky to call her parents and boy friend to assure them she was alright. The next thing they were adamant on was that Victoria was to spend the night there. No matter how much Vicky protested she could not further argue with their kindness. They set her up with a sleeping bag in a spare room that had a pull out couch, and even though Vicky felt weird sleeping in a strange house she fell into a deep sleep.
The morning sun was radiating amazingly bright in the room Vicky laid in. It was brighter than normal from the sun reflecting off the snow covering part of the window.
Victoria straightened herself out before leaving the room; and hesitantly started to look for her kind hearted host; whom she did find in the kitchen with a complete breakfast waiting for her. Vicky was constantly thanking them because they had done so much for her; however they made it seem like it was nothing and that they almost enjoyed her as company.
After breakfast Vicky was surprised that Frank had gotten out her car from the dilemma it was in and already had it sitting in his plowed drive way waiting for her.
Both Frank and Paula seemed concerned with Vicky going to leave; and actually asked her to stay longer; which she did decline.
Victoria again thanked them for all they did and even offered them something she could do for them right down to monetary reimbursement, but they would not hear of it. Paula said “You never mind anything of the sort Vicky, we both have children and we just did what we would want someone to do for ours.”
Vicky GOD BLESSED both Frank and Paula as she drove away feeling blessed herself to have such angels happen to be there to rescue her from that horrific night.
Now it has been twenty four years Victoria has been married to Trent; and even though Vicky never saw Frank and Paula Nesmart again, she always thanks God for them as she drives by their home in her travels.
Victory always recalls those two angels of the night; and thinks how blessed she was to have such loving nice angels in her life. Than Vicky thinks what a miracle she had bestowed on her as God used His angels to watch over her so intently and lovingly.
Lisa J. Warner