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My relationship with ice (the natural kind, not this kind) is an odd one, but it’s mine. Back when I was 19 years-old, I was driving down the street and lost control of my car. I went head-0n (thank goodness driving pretty slow) into a parked car. Totaled my car, totaled the other car and thank goodness, I was okay although a little worse for wear.

I hit black ice. I couldn’t see it, but it was there. So, I have a cautious fear of ice. It’s not a blinding “OHMYGAWDTHEREIS ICE FALLINGFROM THE SKY” sort of fear, it’s just a healthy respect.

I can drive in snow all day long. Living in Montreal when I was younger created me having a pretty good understanding of moving my vehicle through the fluffy stuff, but after I had the wreck, I became very anxious about ice. I’m one of those people that when sleet and ice starts, I’m ready to send my employees who have the same trepidation that I do home as many of them live out in the country on trecherous backroads.

When I had my wreck, I was headed to work. This just sits in the back of my cranium when there is icy stuff on the ground.  With the wonderful addition of cell phones, fax machines and the innertubes over the past few years, I’m under the impression much of what is done at the office can be done at home and no one loses in situations like this. Of course, for clerical-based staff, this is a bit more difficult, but I’d much rather allow flexibility to people who aren’t comfortable driving in icy conditions. I don’t want them to go through what I went through.

I have no idea why this was in my brain, but it was.