We've had this story on here before, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Not sure why, exactly, except it has one of my favorite endings of all time. My wife and I both cried when we read it in our Sunday paper almost three years ago.
Here it is:.
OKLAHOMA CITY - Ice covers the plains. It hangs heavy in the trees and knocks the prairie grass flat and smothers the red dirt like frosting. Three waves of sleet and snow have torn through central Oklahoma, knocking out power, stunting life. In a nice subdivision, on a quiet street, David Bonham cracks the front door and steps into the bitter cold.
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