I turned the key over and got nothing, not an attempt from the starter, or a light on the dashboard. The battery was dead, very dead. As I took the jumper cables out of my dad’s car and set them on the icy driveway I kept repeating “Positive, to Positive, Negative to Ground” over and over in my head. I put the cables on both cars, started my dad's car and then proceeded to wait for twenty minutes. After what felt like years, I got in my car, put the clutch in, put my foot on the break and turned the key. Once again I was greeted with silence, no sounds, no lights, nothing but the drone of of my dad’s Jeep sputtering in the cold air. I had jump-started a car before in my life, and seen it more times than I can recall, but this time it was different.
