One cold and snowy day, I was going home with my family during vacation. The roads were still covered in snow. We were driving very slowly but we still managed to drive. The roads were icy.
There was a car in front of us. A middle-aged man was driving it with his wife in front passenger seat. We arrived at a place where the road was icy and uphill. The car in front of us was sliding the entire way. The man in front of us started slowing down, and suddenly he stopped. They started sliding toward us. Luckily, there was a family house on the left. The house had a small car park, so we pulled over.
The car tried to reverse and stabilize itself in order to park safely in the snow. We called the snowplow service to help us. They said roads were closed and that it was strictly prohibited to drive on that road.
The uphill was too high, and those types of snowplows drove very slowly, so they didn't want to risk their lives. It was getting dark. Suddenly, there was one more car incoming. The car got stuck in the middle of the road, it couldn’t move ahead or reverse. Guy in the car was in the big danger because if someone went from another way of the road, it would hit them. We tried calling the police one more time, but they said we had to wait unfortunately.
We were all already in danger and then, again, another car came but luckily, from the side we were, so it couldn't hit the car in front of us. The car got stuck with us too, he could park at least. All of us went outside to check up on everyone.
The weather was windy and cold. We headed back to our cars. I was starving, just after a few minutes, the man that got stuck in another car, gave us a tomato pie. It wasn’t so big or tasty, but my family and I shared it. There was no hope of the police coming, so we tried sleeping in the car.
I couldn't sleep because our car was full and it was uncomfortable. After a few hours, one local citizen saw us and asked if we needed help. He got sent by the police. I still don't know his name, but he seemed very calm. He asked if we had food or water, but unfortunately no one did. He mentioned that we have a chance to get saved by the night. I didn't really trust what he said because police and snowplow services promised us many things, but none of them actually happened.
Finally, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw people outside, they were trying to break the ice underneath us. While I was watching them through the front window, my mom’s phone started buzzing, so I took the phone and answered the call. It was snowplow service. The lady on the phone said that they had sent one of the snowplows towards us. Usually, they are very slow so we had to be patient and try to break the ice as much as we can to help ourselves. I got out of the car and helped them to break ice with rocks that were near the road. In the family house that was on our left, man left the house to help us. He gave us a shovel and a hammer which were better tools to use than rocks. The weather in the morning was very sunny, so it helped melting the ice and snow.
We heard a loud noise behind us. We got excited because it was snowplow. When it came to the uphill, it was moving very slowly and we all thought that it wouldn't make it. We were indeed wrong. Behind snowplow there was three cars following it from behind, one of them cars was support vehicle which stopped every kilometer to check if the salt is falling like it should or is it stuck. Once it cleared the path, we all drove off. All the other cars that were stuck with us went the other way because they got scared that the road in front of us might be even worse. But we didn’t give up.
The road ahead of us was better than the one we got stuck on. We followed the snowplow until it went back. We had to keep going on our own. Suddenly, there was a police car in the middle of the road. In the police car there was two men sitting. My family and I were in a hurry and when we saw them, we thought they closed the road. My mom got out of the car and asked them if we could go through. She was really stressed and scared, barely could talk to them. Cops saw her stuttering and crying, so they let us go ahead. The way in front of us wasn’t the cleanest. My dad was struggling to drive.
When we passed the icy roads, everything in front of us was clean. We didn’t have much more gas to keep going, so we stopped at the nearest gas station. We bought gas and some snacks for us. We were really hungry and thirsty. There was a restaurant, too. We sat and ordered us food. After we ate our food, we kept going.
Once we reached the ferry, we all felt safe. Once we got home, I went to my room to unpack my stuff.
Until today, I still don’t get how police and every helping service work slowly when they think it is nothing serious. If we were in bigger danger, they would come as soon as possible. In the time we were stuck, I wasn’t afraid of anything, but when I sat on my bed and actually thought about what situation I was in, my thoughts changed. I felt like the police and helping services betrayed us, because of their slow work I don’t trust them as I did. I know that they maybe had other business to do but I think our situation was really dangerous. At least, this whole adventure taught me about how grateful l should be for the life l have.