I can’t remember whether I have posted about this story before or not so here it is now. This story may be my favourite Daredevil story of all time, which is saying a lot when I have something around 300/400 issues of Daredevil (the only stuff I don’t own is a decent amount of the pre-Frank Miller stuff, the gap between around #280 and #380 that I will try to fill relatively soon and a few of the random mini-series). So what makes this story special? Well it’s immediately different by not having the focus of the story be Matt trying to stop any kind of villain, super or otherwise, or even protectiing Hell’s Kitchen, or any other city.
This story has a simple premise. Matt takes an annual trip with a class of children from a school for the blind who are usually too scared to venture outside and interact with the world. While taking the bus back to the school after their hotel double booked them, the bus veers off the road due to an extreme blizzard.
Now the story is for Matt to attempt to get these kids to safety in weather conditions that not only make it near impossible for his senses to tell which way to go, but also are terrifying these children who don’t understand what is happening.
It deals with Matt trying to calm them down and focus their attention, something Daredevil as a superhero is not really geared to do, being that part of his M.O. is that he can scare the hell out of criminals. It’s a really emotional story that puts the character where he is least comfortable and least able, pushing him to his limits.
In the end though, it isn’t even Matt that saves the day. As he collapses into the snow, the children come back for him and pull him to safety saying the quote I put at the start to comfort him.