Article December 24, 2012 ISSUE

My 'snow angel'

Leslie Coughtry

The first weekend in December 2003, weather forecasters were predicting a blizzard-like snowstorm for Upstate New York, where I was living. I was three hours away from home—and that’s if you were driving in good weather. I needed to be home, and given the conditions, I asked God, my Father, for guidance. I decided that taking the train home was wiser than trying to drive my car.

The earliest train I could get was scheduled for 8:09 p.m. The cab company told me I should take a cab to the station as soon as possible because the cabs would stop operating if the weather continued to deteriorate. Even though I would have to wait four hours for the train, I decided to get there early and just sit and read.