Every day I receive an alert for something which is obviously a dramatic event. A recall for some outdated product, forecast for a drizzle, possible road closure. The title is always, “Emergency Email.”
We really are never going to know when there is a true emergency. This “emergency” was for the inch of snow gently drifting down this morning. (Thank you for moisture prayers answered, God! A little more would be great.) Often the dire circumstance falls into the “when-we-were-kids-and-walked-a-mile-to-school.”
I haven’t been on the roads today and I’m sure they’re slick in spots. And since in my youth I drove on ice and managed to spin the car a few times, run into a ditch another time, been hit head-on in a blinding snowstorm coming home from college, I will take kindly take the cautionary email of this morning. Not everyone has experience with Mother Nature’s whitest season and it can be brutal.
Emergency noted.