During my morning commute, I saw a bus drop two passengers - a young man and a young woman - at the edge of a snow bank that was nearly four feet deep. The man struggled to walk though the deep snow, but eventually he managed to get to the sidewalk.
The woman, who was holding a cup of coffee in one hand, wasn't as fortunate. On her second step, she slid back down into the narrow gap between the snow bank and the bus just as the bus driver started to pull out. As he was turning a corner, the gap was closing.
I lunged forward. "Give me your hand!" She reached without hesitation, I pulled her up and out of the gap. "Before this guy kills you," I said, finishing my thought.
"No kidding!" she exclaimed as she stepped safely onto the sidewalk.
I let go of her hand hoping that I hadn't squeezed it too firmly.
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