My son is responsible for that blizzard, the blizzard of ‘93. We were living in Stevenson, AL at the time.
He was only 7. But he liked snow and he noticed as we had not had any. Josh decided he would pray for snow. I, in my spiritual wisdom, told him that God takes everything into consideration and sometimes answers “no. After all,” I continued, “it was March.”
The rest is history. And, yes, I truly believe the Blizzard of ‘93 is my son, Joshua’s fault.
I'm responsible for the power coming back on in my area. I was 23, still in college and working full time (though not for a week or more). With the power out, my wife and I walked to her parents' house over a mile away. I was there forever but couldn't do my homework for my computer science courses with my computer back at my house.
Eventually I trekked back to my house, the power was still out. I gathered my computer and some things and made my way back to my in-laws' house with my computer. As soon as I got there, I decided to call my house to see if the answering machine picked up, to test if the power was back on. It did. I'm convinced if I hadn't bothered to walk over 2 miles in the snow that day, 1 of those miles carrying a heavy computer, the power would still be off at my house. LOL