There was a crisis tonight! Let me backtrack abit and give you some background information to show you how I reached this climactic crisis. The seniors' last home game is Wednesday, meaning the underclassman have alot of work to do. Besides posters, a collage and posterboard uniforms with their names written across the front we underclassman also make a video. The video highlights the funnier moments of the seasons through quick skits where we act out the roles of the people involved in the funny occurrences. I am in charge of editing the video. So I come home about 4:30 and ask my dad if we can go out to CVS to pick up a VHS tape to dub the video we made for the seniors. Also note that one of the biggest snow storms of the season is occurring outside at that moment. There was already 6 inches on the ground and no one in my family had shoveled the driveway. My dad agrees to go out despite the weather. When we get to the end of the driveway my dad stops the car to make sure it is safe to pull out. When he puts his foot back on the gas the car doesn't move. Uh oh. I looked over to him nervously. The snow was coming down hard and our car wasn't moving. We got out to see that the tires were on top of pure ice. It didn't look too good. My dad sent me to get a shovel. It took me about 10 minutes to walk to the garage, I fell at least twice (and I was wearing my pajamas so they got wet and cold). I came back with a shovel and we started shoveling the snow and what little ice we could from around the front tires. My grandfather heard the commotion from next door and came outside to help. My dad wouldn't let him so he just stood there in the snow watching anxiously and contributing comments now and then. The wind was blowing snow flurries in my face and I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing any gloves. I hadn't expected I would be shoveling so I didn't wear warm clothing. My dad tried pushing as I reversed...but it didn't work. My dad brought out several pieces of wood to put under the tires for traction. We then tried several rugs and various cardboard products but still no progress. My dad was pissed. My grandmother, either hearing the noise, or noticing my grandfather was missing, came out to see what was happening. My dad waved her back in. She left but soon returned with a huge carpet. I don't know where she got it. Throughout this entire process giant plows were driving by....most of them had sand in the back of the trucks...and none of them stopped to help. Twenty minutes and several carpets later two men came across the street. One of them said "Here let us help." I could have jumped for joy. They pushed the front while we reversed. STILL the tires just spun around on the icy surface. My dad got out and decided to push too. We put two carpets under the front tires for traction and I reversed as the two men and my dad pushed the front. IT MOVED! I got about halfway into the street when I stopped the car. My dad screamed "DON'T STOP!" I jammed on the gas and reversed into the other lane. He screamed "STOP!" I jammed on the breaks. Good thing no one was behind me because I couldn't see out the rear window. It was stressful. My dad gave me advice on how to never stop at the end of the driveway when it is snowing out.