A few years ago we had a very heavy snow of about 30 inches, which we don't normally get here. My driveway is about 250 feet long, and I was kind of running out of steam (don't laugh at me, I'm old), and I could see the youngsters across the road ploughing out their lane. I waved a couple of times, looking forlorn, but no soap. I would have paid them to finish up, I have a lymphedema issue with one arm. Along came some mangy looking hoofer, he offered to help, I was down to the hard icy stuff from the state road crew, and he wouldn't take any money. I learned he was hitch-hiking back to Westminster, a good 15 miles or so. Soon as he got the rest of driveway clear, I gave him a ride to town. Maybe not the smartest thing for a lone woman to do, but I think we both benefitted that day. Sometimes you have to turn it over to a higher power and believe in the Good.