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LAST WORD ON THE FIRST SNOW of the season comes from Jesper Jorgensen:

Just because I'm from Denmark doesn't mean I was prepared for last month's snowstorm. Like dozens of other people, I found myself and my Volkswagen stuck on California Street.

Many people passed and saw that I couldn't move, but nobody offered to help. Then she came.

She rapped on my windshield and asked if I needed a push.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. While others continued to stare, she went to the rear of my car and gave a push with one hand while trying not to slip on the ice. I couldn't believe it when my car actually lurched free.

I got out and we chatted briefly, and then she said she had to be going. She was taking a walk and, along the way, helping people who were stuck; it was exercise that took the place of her regular tennis class.

As we parted, she told me to take a minute and help someone else get out of the snow. I found I couldn't help myself. I had to know.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"74," she replied.

"Oh, I would have guessed 64," I said.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said and walked on in the falling snow.