I had no choice. I had to get in the house. I threw my bag to the door, where it landed safe and sound and out of the snow/ice. Miraculously I managed to pull myself up holding onto the railings we had put up for my father when he lived with us a few years ago. I stuck one foot into knee deep snow, and the other would be on slippery ice. It was quite a challenge. As frightening as that was, I knew that it would be even more dangerous in the morning going down.
Finally, I made it up. Here's the view going down.
I sent a panicky note to the yishuv email list asking for help in digging me a path through the snow and ice. I managed to get down it in the morning, and all day at work I dreaded coming home to the dangerous steps. Nobody called me to say that it had been taken care of.
But Baruch Hashem, I should have known that my neighbors wouldn't let me down. I live in Shiloh!! When I came home from work on Thursday night, I was able to easily walk up the path they made for me.
|Looking down the steps a day later.|
It took me a couple of days to discover who the angels, the שליחי השם Shlichei HaShem, Messengers from G-d were. They really saved me. Now, close to a week later, there's still snow on that side of the house, so this path is vital for my safety.