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Foot to the floor,
driving fast to make it home.
Couldn't miss her birthday,
she wouldn't spend it alone.

A storm had been brewing,
coming off from the lake.
Threatening a blizzard,
three feet of snow in its wake.

His will to get home
was hardy, without guile.
He would make it in time,
and he prayed, meanwhile.

In his prayer,
he asked the good Lord,
"Please see me home safely,
please hold off that storm."

There were other plans;
he would see his home later.
The Lord gave his veto
for something much greater.

Snow had been falling,
vision was near none,
roads were slippery,
his driving was done.

Highway now parking lot,
there on I-94.
His semi was stopped,
he could drive no more.

Miles and miles
of automobiles,
semis, schoolbuses,
all now houses on wheels.

Snow kept on falling,
the hour grew late,
what happened next
was a matter of fate.

Engines cut idle,
passengers opened their doors,
they all saught shelter
away from this storm.

He knew he must help,
got on his CB,
looking for someone
to answer his plea.

"We're stuck on this highway,
with nowhere to go.
Weather's turned rotten
from all of this snow.

Please help if you can.
we can't last all night,
won't survive this cold,
no relief is in sight.

Capital Avenue
was the last exit passed.
Is there someone out there?
Please answer me fast."

He waited an answer,
and to the Lord he prayed
to help him and everyone,
to come to their aid.

This prayer was answered,
a voice gave reply
"We are the first house
at the exit you passed by.

Please come, we will help
everyone that we can.
Hurry, the storm's growing!"
And then, this man

jumped out of his semi,
told all he could find
to come with him, to safety
he'd leave no one behind.

Two cars ahead
was pregnant and showing,
ahead of her a schoolbus.
Anxiety was growing.

How do they get
nearly a mile on foot,
and when they get there
could they all stay put?

Would there be enough food
for all to break bread,
would there be enough warmth
for all at this stead?

Those questions he would
ignore, at least for now.
They all started walking.
They would make it somehow.

Pregnant and showing
was delivered from harm,
he lifted and carried
her there, in his arms.

Away from the snow,
everyone secure.
They all needed food,
of this he was sure.

Back to his semi,
braving snow and cold.
Those people were fortunate
he had been on that road.

Cargo still sat
in the back of his truck.
He delivered for Eckrich.
They were all in luck.

Hot dogs, bologne;
food this man brings.
Away from the snow,
they all ate like kings.

Her birthday was missed,
she worried all night.
But he was a hero,
and he was alright.

The very next morning,
he called on the phone.
"Don't worry, my love,
Tonight, I'll be home."