One night after visiting my grandmother in Las Vegas, my husband, infant son and I were driving back home to Flagstaff. On I-40 we encountered an unexpected snowstorm. It was dark, and the snow kept getting thicker. The wind started howling through our old car's windows. The big semi-truck in front of us was the only beacon we had to keep us on the road. We soon realized that the blizzard was too ferocious and we were not going to be able to make it home. We didn't even know where we were.
Then a miracle happened.
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