A long time ago I was at school in North Chicago and a car full of us decided to take a ride to Milwaukee. We had a great time but on the way back our car broke down. It was late at night and bitterly cold. One of the guys suggested we go to sleep and look for help in daylight. I told him if we go to sleep we’ll never wake up, so that we got out and started walking. In spite of the cold cars passed us by and nobody stopped to help. We were even passed by a Wisconsin State Trooper but by then there was a rest stop in sight. We went inside and they brought us blankets. After a minute in the warm room I started shaking uncontrollably. My whole body was shaking. My eyelashes were probably shaking, that’s how bad it was. I made a vow to myself to never move to a part of the country where you have to carry survival equipment to run to the store for milk in January.