Great little story about new self-insights

An excerpt:

"The snow began falling on Friday and was still coming down hard on Saturday afternoon. My neighborhood in Northwest Washington was covered with a thick, white blanket. There were no pedestrians or vehicles on the street. People had wisely retreated to their homes for the duration and were praying (if they prayed) that the electricity wouldn't go out. Even the local archdiocese issued an announcement that the Sunday Mass obligation was lifted. In other words: Stay home!

"Looking out my window in the mid-afternoon, I saw that the limbs of the Japanese red maple in our front yard were bent to the ground under the weight of the snow, as was an overgrown boxwood up near the street. Both were in danger of serious damage. Time for Harry Homeowner to go to the rescue, I thought.

"So I put on my heavy coat, scarf, cap, and high boots, and grabbing a broom (for knocking off snow) I went outside. The first thing I discovered was that the snow was a lot deeper than I'd realized -- up over my knees, in fact. But I managed to mush through it to the red maple, and there did a reasonably adequate job of snow removal.

"Now it was the boxwood's turn. It was only ten yards away, but remember: This snow was just short of impassable. I got to within a couple of yards of the boxwood and then -- O Lord! -- I overbalanced and fell down.

"I fell backwards, in a half-sitting, half-leaning position. Falling into deep, soft snow, I wasn't hurt. But to my uneasy surprise, I couldn't get up. My feet were out in front of me, and when I tried to push myself into a sitting position my hands went down through snow without touching the ground. Slowly it dawned on me that I was stuck.