Lost in the Snow
On the snowy mountain, Shawn Foster's neighbor, Susan Taylor, suffered from altitude sickness. He blamed me for not bringing supplies in time.
He tied me up and left me on the mountain, five thousand meters above sea level.
"You should experience the pain Susan went through."
I rushed up the mountain to find them, completely forgetting that I was already exhausted.
Without an oxygen supply, I gasped for air desperately.
He held Susan in his arms and headed down the mountain. I begged him for mercy, but he did not even glance at me.
I struggled, but I could not break free from the Prusik knot he tied himself.
The same knot I once taught him.
Three days later, he asked his colleagues about my whereabouts.
"I would never have forgiven her so quickly if it's not Susan's kindness."
But he did not know—I had long been buried beneath the snow.