When I was still walking I helped a quadriplegic man, who ended up being my neighbors cousin, off the street in a snowstorm.  I ended up calling 911 because he was pretty much frozen and drunk.  He was on his way to the liquor store for some more antifreeze.  He ended up spending a few days in the hospital because of frostbitten hands, feet and face.  On a sad note, he passed away a couple years ago from a brain aneurysm while smoking a cigarette.
 
Jim

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