Missouri Snowstorm

So there I was... hiking through a snow covered field with a stranger while my wife and two month old child were back in the pickup truck half on its side in the ditch.  It all started one night, some 25 years ago, at Kims parents house in Missouri.  We had visited for the day and were about to head home late in the evening.  A snow storm was now in full swing and my in-laws tried to talk us into spending the night since we lived quite a ways outside of town, in the country.  Coming from New England and being comfortable driving in snow I declined the offer and off we went.  At around midnight, a few miles from home, we were traveling along a stretch of flat rural highway between huge fields that allowed the wind whipped snow to drift across the road.  Eventually the depth of the snow brought our sedan to a halt.  As we were trying to figure out our next move, since there were no such things as cell phones in those days, a young man stopped his pickup truck and asked if he could help.  At this hour we felt fortunate that someone would be out in this storm in the middle of nowhere and we climbed into the cab of the truck.  By this time the snow was drifting across the road to the extent that the five foot deep storm culverts on either side were full of the white stuff and you couldn't tell where the fields started and the road ended.  About a mile later, and no fault of our would be rescuer,  we found ourselves leaving the road and falling into one of the culverts in what felt like slow motion thanks to the fluff of the deep snow.  With the pickup half on its side the guy and I climbed out the high end and treked across a field to a farmers house while Kim kept herself and the baby warm in the truck.  We were glad when the farmer, first, did not shoot us when we knocked on his door that time of night (morning) and, second, let us in to use his phone.  The young man called his father, who had an even bigger pickup truck, and in a short time we were all crammed in his cab.  They got us home about two in the morning with many thanks from us for their kindness.  
I hope I've been able to pay that kindness forward over the years.  And Kim, you're such a good sport.