A young mother was forced to take her baby on a long walk in the Welsh countryside.  Suddenly an unexpected snow blizzard enveloped her and it became bitterly cold.  She was too far from shelter and realized she would soon freeze to death.  When she was finally found dead after the blizzard, a baby was found nestled in her arms and coat and shielded from the wind.  The baby survived and was just fine!  That baby grew up to be Lloyd George, one of Britain's greatest prime ministers.  He was always energized by the image of a beautiful young woman pouring love into his soul in that blizzard and sacrificing her life to save his.  This memory tenderized him and spurred him on to greatness.

OK, I grew up in Winnipeg, Canada where it was routinely 40 below in winter and a few times got as low as 60 below.  I occasionally got badly frost-bitten.  The freezing process intially stings and burns, but you soon get numb and this can give you a false sense of security.  When you finally get out of the cold, you feel like you are on fire as you defrost.  Your body gets very brittle when it gets extremely cold.  One guy was waiting in 40 below weather for a bus that never came.  He kept covering his ears with his hands to remove the sting and warm them up a bit.  Once when he did this, he found a frozen ear in his hand broken off!  In the actual death process numbness is followed by sleepiness.  A woman from my church went out for a walk in a blizzard on a bitterly cold night.  After searching for miles around, they finally found her a couple of hundred yards away frozen to death under a picnic bench.  She had simply gone to sleep and died.  I was very angry that no one checked under that table.  They should have guessed that she might have sought this limited shelter to escape the wind.   :o

Duh, does this discussion fit the purpose of Bruce's site?  Sigh!

yours till the deserts freeze and the camels come skating home,
Don

Why the  question Prill?

Prill,

Is everything all right?  Should we be worried about you?   ???