Ski

The headlines were “SKI KID’S ICY HELL,” and it’s this experience that has indeed left a continuing impression on my life. In 1992 at the mere age of twelve I was the subject of an event that nearly ceased my life. On the last day of a weeklong excursion to Killington I became lost after being cut-off a trail by two female skiers. Lost I remained for twenty-two hours forced to endure subzero temperatures. After being found by what was characterized as the most extensive search in Vermont’s history I was diagnosed with having severe hypothermia as well as third degree frostbite.

As I look back on the situation and how my experience has impacted my life I feel that I’m almost contrasting the norm. Most people would probably state that as a result of a critical experience they’ve grown closer to God. By no means am I slandering Catholicism, but encountering death has changed me in a completely different manner. The experience provided me with an enhanced ability to maintain composure in an array of situations.