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These stories are a wonderful example of what sisterhood really is.
This is fairly minor compared to most of these stories, but it was very touching to me.
I go to school in IL, six hours away from my home in TN. My car is rear wheel drive--definitely not equipped for IL winters, especially with someone from a place where snow and ice are scarce behind the wheel. It was the week before Spring Break, and my roommate, another sister, and I all decided to go out to dinner. I offered to drive because I never expected the weather could be at all bad so close to Spring Break--it had been warm all day. When we got outside I was a bit surprised to see ice that had to be scraped off my windshield, but I didn't think anything else of it since it had been so warm that week. As I was about to drive over a bridge, my roommate warns me to be careful because there might be black ice. I slowed down to much below the speed limit, but my tires just couldn't handle the ice. We spun out, spinning around multiple times, bouncing off a sidewalk and guard rails before finally stopping. We were all very luck and no one was injured (other than my car, of course). I however, was in shock over it, and didn't really know what else to do other than get out of the car and talk to an elderly man whose car had spun around as he tried to avoid mine. My sisters immediately took over for me, calling the towing companies to figure everything out. We were in a not very safe neighborhood at the time, and when the police showed up, they told us to wait inside a gas station down the street because standing on the bridge wasn't safe. Within five minutes of getting to the gas station, three other sisters had shown up (two alum sisters) to wait with us and drive us home. It meant so much to me to have my sisters show up and help me take care of everything since I was so far from home and didn't know what to do in an accident situation. One of the alums even offered to go buy me a sweet tea to calm me down.
Later that night, it really hit me how badly the accident could have ended since it was only the sidewalk that kept us from flipping over the bridge. I began crying because I felt so awful that I was responsible for almost hurting my sisters. Another sister's boyfriend (who is in a fraternity that I'm very close to) sat down and talked with me because he'd been driving in a similar accident that same year. He helped me to realize that it could have happened to anyone, and that I couldn't blame myself over it. I just had to be thankful that we'd been so lucky.
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