Two winters ago, when Snowmagedden hit the Washington DC area, I was stuck inside my apartment, at a complex that simply refused to shovel the walks. Fortunately we knew this was coming, so my apartment was well-stocked, but much to my horror, I got sick while stuck inside! I couldn't leave, because I had no idea how I'd get back, and who would take care of my cat? So I stuck it out for a few days.
The snow stopped, and we all went out to shovel. That's when I discovered that the best snow shovel to have is a $20 bill. All I had to do was wave it around, and someone always showed up to shovel out my car! It was an entrepreneur's dream!
But, I'm still sick, and on the way back to my apartment, I'm struggling through knee-deep snow, and I fell down. That's when I discovered that I had *no* strength to get up. I just wanted to lay there and sleep. Some kids ran into the building next door and shortly after that, a very nice young man came running out, and actually picked me up out of the snow and helped me to my front door. I never saw his face or got his name, but I know he was a soldier on leave from Iraq. I did thank him, but I wish I'd gotten his name and made him cookies or something.