I dialed 911. No signal. I knew I wouldn’t get coverage down here. I put my head back and began and tried to take the pain. I continued to scream. About 10 minuets later, the pain settled. I decided to try and move. The pain of a thousand pounds of pressure returned. I once again screamed. From the shock of the pain, my arm nudged by book bag, just far enough to plummet of the edge. I tried to grab it, but was to late. The pain grew even more. I once again screamed. As in that bag were my jacket, food, water, and sleeping bag. It was around 3 AM. As I rested my head back, I began to silently weep. I couldn’t fall asleep until 4 AM. Upon waking up at 11 AM. I accepted my doom. I tried one last call.

Nothing.

I closed my eyes for one last time. And fell asleep. I don’t remember if I ever woke up. But I know that I said I loved my kids and wife before I left. And the thought made me smile.