Saturday, March 24, 2007


At one critical time in my life, when I was young and unsure of anything, (including the value of my own life), I found myself lost and alone in the desert wilderness of Bryce Canyon, Utah (without water or food) in the middle of the summer. To put it simply, I'd lost the trail and after about ten hours, I thought I was a goner. I remember screaming out in utter terror, "Somebody help me!" The silence that ensued cannot be described. At that moment, though, I was sure that I had an invitation to choose life or death. I chose life. I decided I really do want to live and I said it out loud. "I want to live!" In no time flat, I got up and started walking, just knowing I'd find my trail again. And I did. Eventually I ran into an angel of a guy named "Pat" who was camping out down there and he gave me about a gallon of gatorade and peanut butter sandwiches and he walked and talked with me the many miles uphill to the ranger station. I temporarily got distracted by the people at the ranger station who were preparing to come find me, and when I looked back to thank "Pat", he was gone...



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