Notes

Today, December 4th was the day the tragic Blizzard started. It was 10 o'clock in the morning, and it started off like any other. It wasn't cold but it was cold enough to know you shouldn't be wearing shorts and a tshirt, that morning I was determined to make it a great, and appreciative today. We went to church, and I found myself very passionate in worship, and enlightened by the information the Youth Pastor was teaching us, everyone in the room was amused when the Youth Pastor would crack jokes at just the right moments. Also the pastor reminded us at church everyone is treated impartial, and after the church service was over we walked to the lobby to find some delicious complimentary donuts and coffee that we snacked on for atleast 10 minutes. Afterwards we exited the building and noticed 20 inches of snow laying on the ground, we shoveled a pathway to the car, we were very apprehensive after getting into the car due to the snow and being hungry, so we decided to drive to Chick-Fil-A and got stopped because of the very slippery roads that couldn't be plowed because of the extra 10 inches of snow. I looked out the car window and couldn't see anything, and became discontented after seeing dead birds sliding past the window as we drove. My family could tell from the deadly snow, birds, and slippery roads that we were in a hostile environment, and it wasn't safe to drive around so we pulled to the curb or atleast what we thought was the curb, and started going into a very pensive mood about what we learned about in church service today, which was not stressing in the worst of situations. So I became very expectant of something good to come from all of this, and I started patronizing about the Pastor, because he was a very good hearted person overall. After that I got extremely bored and started digging around for stuff in the 3rd story of our car, and got very sentimental after finding a toy from my past childhood, and I admired it for a second and slid open the roof of the car to throw it out, only to then notice the snow that started piling into the car. I started to run towards the elevator of the car, and luckily the doors closed behind me before the snow could reach me. The tone of the elevator became very melancholy, though I had no real reason to be feeling sad, really deep down I knew it was because of the mournful mindset I had thinking about what it'd be like when the snow reaches the bottom of the car, where my family was. The elevator bell dings that I've reached the first floor, and I wake up.