Other climbers rushed to assist her. I didn't hear the woman anymore. I heard a man say he was an EMT. I heard him delegate tasks to the people around him. I heard him say she was face down. "She has multiple fractures. There's no pulse." I heard. I felt like I was in a movie. I couldn't believe what my eyes just saw. Andy was the one to call 911. I could see the terror in his eyes.
We waited for the rescue team and Andy assisted as much as he felt comfortable. We didn't know these people, but felt an urge to stick around. After an hour or so we asked a policeman if we should stay. He took a statement from Andy and told us he'd reach out if we were needed again. The drive home was silent.
On January 16, 2016 at about 11:30 am I was writing down things I was grateful for at a monthly parenting class I attend. We talked mostly about removing all negative notations from our lives as our children can sense these messages. We talked about taking in all aspects of the world by admiring simple things. We also talked about our mothers and how they influenced us and how we can strive to learn from them by starting to love ourselves first. We had to look at ourselves in a mirror for multiple minutes, finding our beauty and embracing it.
I sit here and reflect about my class Saturday and compare these ideas to what happened Monday afternoon. I think about how short life can be and who I said I love you to last. I think about all the things I've complained about and think why? Why was that so bad? Why did that really bother me? This experience has opened my mind and proved that gratitude is important. Saying out loud, through meditation, in a prayer, whatever you might do, what you are grateful for every day is essential. It has truly helped me over the past couple days.