As DH and I drove to the hospital two weeks ago for his knee surgery, the sleet and ice storm began. By the time I left the hospital at 10:00 that night, everything was encased in several inches of ice. It took a half hour for my car to warm enough to to rid it of its ice skin. The drive home was a white-knuckle experience
The next morning I dreaded the prospect of trying to clear the drive, walk, and steps. I was exhausted and emotionally drained. I went out to find our neighbors hard at work clearing everything for us. The dad used the snow blower to clear our wide drive, the pre-teen DD cleared the edges behind him and tackled our steps, while the mom chipped the ice off the walk (I worked with her). I was practically in tears because I was so overwhelmed by their kindness.
Because the ice had been cleared, by the time I brought DH home four days later, the walk and steps were totally dry and safe to walk on.
We are so blessed with having such good neighbors.