I looked up, a piece of rubber the size of a small cat slammed me in the face. Hanging by only my hands, I realized the cord holding myself to the cliff had snapped. Before checking my face for cuts or bruises, I had to get back to the top of this rugged cliff. Looking up, I see the height. Terror. Panicking, I looked down. Even more terror. If I jumped, it would be instant death, if I climbed up, I probably wouldn’t make it more than 50 feet. The cliff was on a vertical incline, and it would be impossible to climb.

Looking down again, I spotted a spot where a large rock stuck out. I could easily climb there. So I began to climb down, no safety strings attached. Before I knew it, I slipped. Straight down I fell. By body was on a crash course for the rock. . . . . . . . . .