The wind howled furiously around her, like a pack of ravenous wolves ready to devour the first living thing who dared to venture out in the bitter cold. She struggled and limped through the piles of snow on the sidewalk. Her husband walked beside her, mightily pushing their three-year-old son in his stroller in the snow. Wheels caught and bowed to the pressure of the snow, hardened by wind and footprints into biting balls of ice.
The young family decided to try to push the stroller on the street, where snow plows had helped clear a way. Almost immediately, cars veered dangerously close to the child, and drivers angrily honked their horns.
“Why don’t you get a job? You are horrible parents,” one driver yelled out as he hastily rolled his window down and back up.