When you see someone that needs help do you help? Or do you tell yourself someone else will help them?
Boarding the amazing foot and a half of powder up at Beaver Mountain Ski Resort; the day just kept getting better and better. After slicing through perfectly placed powder all day, Trevor, Kevin and I had to call it quits; the resort wouldn't allow us to stay any longer. So we packed up our gear into the Toyota Corolla. Stuck in our parking spot do to the combination of slick tires and the ice underneath those tires, we had to push the car out of the parking spot. The snow had stopped and the clouds disappeared revealing the perfect blue sky.
Cruising down the mountain at normal speeds (for a teenager), we see another car that lost control and hit a snowbank on the side of the road. Seeing that everyone is okay we slowly drive past them in relief that it didn't happen to us.
The snow plows had only gotten the side of the road that led up the canyon, not down.
Everyone in the car was really tired and exhausted from the great day we had. Kevin was sleeping in the front seat while Trevor was driving and i was relaxing in the back by myself when i realized the car was sliding. I opened my eyes quickly, just in time to see that we were about to hit a post off the side of the road and slide off the road if that didn't stop the car. Adrenaline and horror filled my body. I tensed up and froze not willingly closing my eyes. Whamm.. we hit the post but we were still moving, i opened my eyes just a crack to see white snow cover everything in a split second. The car had been buried. Looking to see if everyone is okay, all i could see was expressions of disbelief on my friends faces.
Rolling down the windows was the only way out! As we crawled out of the car windows we see a car has stopped that saw the accident. We hear the sound of another car up ahead on the road. Just by hearing the sound of the high RPM's of the car we knew it was going way to fast for the corner. It swurved out of the way to miss the car that has stopped to help us. In trying to do so, the car spins out of control. Luckily staying on the road.
A couple trucks and cars stopped to make sure everything was okay and to see if there was anything they could do. The car being so deep in snow there was no way we could get it out. Someone there offered us a ride down the canyon to then call a tow truck.
The reason i tell this story is to first off give thanks to the few that stopped to help us in time of need but second to stir your mind and hearts. Would you have stopped and helped us? We all need to reevaluate our willingness to help, in doing so the world will become a better place.
Put yourself in others shoes, would you want the help?
Brandon Child
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Frosty Days
A frosty breeze runs through the small town of Logan, Utah. Having an inversion cast over the town for a solid three days and three nights. The frost produces itself on anything that dares to withstand the below zero temperatures at night. Due to the unpredictable inversion, the frost has a mind of its' own; staying how ever long it would like. This weather phenomenon is leaving a beautiful scenery for the students attending Utah State University; making memories of yet another beautiful winter at USU. Stop and Take A Look Around at All The Beautiful Things In Life That Have Been Given To Us.
Brandon Child
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Boarding And Injuries
One moment you're flying down the perfectly snow covered mountain side; competing with your friends and having the time of your life. Laughing and hoping the day will never go away. Then in seconds your day goes from having an epic day on the slopes to complete and utter disaster. One moment you're seeing your friend disappear into the trees trying to find some wicked back country and the next thing you know a horrifying scream comes from your friend. Rushing over to see what happened, you know with absolute certainty on the look of your friends face that something is terribly wrong.
Letting out the loudest screams imaginable sending the chills down every skier and boarders spine on the mountain, he lies there. Quickly overlooking his body to see whats wrong, we come to realize that the stick that we thought was stuck on his pants was actually his Tibia and Phibia (shin bone) that ripped through his skin and pants. "DO SOMETHING... HELP ME ", he lay there screaming. Stunned for a moment, adrenaline pumping through our veins and in shock, we quickly sent a friend down the mountain for help. Slowly yet swiftly we undid his straps from his bindings as he felt every little touch, even as much as a finger brushing his pants. Screaming for help as loud as our lungs would allow the word quickly spread up the ski lift to ski patrol at the top of the mountain.
Just when it seemed like no one was coming a ski patrol medic was spotted above us skiing down the mountain as if a life were at stake. In great relief he reached us. Cutting off his pant leg to get a better visual on the wound, a massive amount of blood was filling the 8 inch by 3 inch opening in his leg where the shin ripped through. Opening goz and giving us rubber gloves, we were told to apply pressure to the opened wound as he called in for an emergency chopper, ambulence and anyone they could get to help.
Imagine holding the shaking hand of your friend as you wait for further assistance. Talking to him as if he is on the edge of blacking out and praying in-between the frequent questions I had to ask so he would stay conscious. The terrifying screams will haunt us for the rest of our lives as we waited with him for 45 minutes in the trees of beaver mountain. No pain medication of any kind was available. Slow breathing was the best pain reliever available as his body was in the most pain it had ever felt before. Screaming with every touch of his leg he begged for his friend to put him out of his misery and to just knock him out.
It was time to put him on the straight board to bring him down the mountain. The medic warns him of the great amount of pain that he is going to feel for a couple of seconds as the turn him over and slide him on the board. With his eyes showing agony and pain, there was absolutely nothing we could do to help him more. "On three", the medic team says in unison, one, two, THREE. With the medics moving him, he lets out the most terrifying and horrid scream i've ever heard. The sad and scared expressions on each persons face was very visible now.
Wrapping him up like a mummy on the straight board they covered his face as we took one last look at our helpless and hurt friend and the mortified expression on his face. With all of these emotions running through me, I slowly rode down the mountain on my board right next to him, talking to him, giving him the comfort of knowing that he wasn't alone.
So Why are we put through these things in life? The trials we are given are ment to strengthen us and build who we are as a person. I know I have grown and still am growing from this experience even though it was not nearly as drastic or severe as my one Friend; who unfortunately had a nightmare come true that very day.
Keep Your Friends Close And Never Let Go.
Dedicated to Kyle Solomon
I love you man!
Brandon Child
Letting out the loudest screams imaginable sending the chills down every skier and boarders spine on the mountain, he lies there. Quickly overlooking his body to see whats wrong, we come to realize that the stick that we thought was stuck on his pants was actually his Tibia and Phibia (shin bone) that ripped through his skin and pants. "DO SOMETHING... HELP ME ", he lay there screaming. Stunned for a moment, adrenaline pumping through our veins and in shock, we quickly sent a friend down the mountain for help. Slowly yet swiftly we undid his straps from his bindings as he felt every little touch, even as much as a finger brushing his pants. Screaming for help as loud as our lungs would allow the word quickly spread up the ski lift to ski patrol at the top of the mountain.
Just when it seemed like no one was coming a ski patrol medic was spotted above us skiing down the mountain as if a life were at stake. In great relief he reached us. Cutting off his pant leg to get a better visual on the wound, a massive amount of blood was filling the 8 inch by 3 inch opening in his leg where the shin ripped through. Opening goz and giving us rubber gloves, we were told to apply pressure to the opened wound as he called in for an emergency chopper, ambulence and anyone they could get to help.
Imagine holding the shaking hand of your friend as you wait for further assistance. Talking to him as if he is on the edge of blacking out and praying in-between the frequent questions I had to ask so he would stay conscious. The terrifying screams will haunt us for the rest of our lives as we waited with him for 45 minutes in the trees of beaver mountain. No pain medication of any kind was available. Slow breathing was the best pain reliever available as his body was in the most pain it had ever felt before. Screaming with every touch of his leg he begged for his friend to put him out of his misery and to just knock him out.
It was time to put him on the straight board to bring him down the mountain. The medic warns him of the great amount of pain that he is going to feel for a couple of seconds as the turn him over and slide him on the board. With his eyes showing agony and pain, there was absolutely nothing we could do to help him more. "On three", the medic team says in unison, one, two, THREE. With the medics moving him, he lets out the most terrifying and horrid scream i've ever heard. The sad and scared expressions on each persons face was very visible now.
Wrapping him up like a mummy on the straight board they covered his face as we took one last look at our helpless and hurt friend and the mortified expression on his face. With all of these emotions running through me, I slowly rode down the mountain on my board right next to him, talking to him, giving him the comfort of knowing that he wasn't alone.
So Why are we put through these things in life? The trials we are given are ment to strengthen us and build who we are as a person. I know I have grown and still am growing from this experience even though it was not nearly as drastic or severe as my one Friend; who unfortunately had a nightmare come true that very day.
Keep Your Friends Close And Never Let Go.
Dedicated to Kyle Solomon
I love you man!
Brandon Child
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