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overhead.
Aaron Ralston, a 27-year-old mountain sports
fanatic from Colorado in the United States,
found himself in dire straits* alone in a
canyon* in the desert when a 500kg rock One of the doctors at the hospital recalls
came crashing down the canyon to smash being impressed to see Ralston walk into the
his right hand and trap it against the canyon hospital on his own, in spite of his injuries
wall. A terrible accident, but the situation and the gruelling experience of being in the
was made all the more serious because on desert for six days with almost nothing to eat
this occasion Aaron had failed to tell anyone and only a couple of litres of water. He
where he was going. At the last minute the describes the amputation as remarkable.
plans for a trip with his climbing partners "It's a perfect example of someone
had fallen through, and on the spur of the improvising in a dire situation*," he said. "He
moment he decided to head out on his own took a small knife and was able to amputate
to cycle up a long mountain trail, leave his his arm in such a way that he did not bleed
bike and then walk down the Blue John to death."
canyon. No one had the slightest idea where
he was.
Slim and pale with short reddish-brown hair,
Ralston believes that his story was not
After three days of not seeing or hearing any simply about an isolated individual who rose
sign of life Aaron realised he would die there to a formidable challenge. For him there was
if he didn't do something drastic. The course a spiritual* dimension to the experience. In
of action was horrific, but there was no other his news conference he said, "I may never
way. He would have to amputate his right fully understand the spiritual aspects of what
hand. Fortunately he had a small multitool I experienced, but I will try. The source of the
knife with him and he had some straps that power I felt was the thoughts and prayers of
he could use to make a tourniquet to stop many people, most of whom I will never
himself bleeding to death when he cut the know."
arteries. The knife had two blades. When he
tried with the larger blade he found that it
was too blunt to cut the skin.
I lean back in my harness* and slip into I don't want it. It's not a part of me. It's
another trance*. Color bursts in my mind, garbage.
and then I walk through the canyon wall,
stepping into a living room. A blond-haired I thrash myself forward and back, side to
three-year-old boy in a red polo shirt comes side, up and down, down and up. I scream
running across a sunlit wooden floor in what I out in pure hate, shrieking as I hit my body
somehow know is my future home. The boy against the canyon walls. And then I feel my
is my own. I bend to lift him up with my left arm bend unnaturally. This is when I
arm, using my handless right arm to balance suddenly see the light. Something like a holy
him, and we laugh together as I swing him intervention brings me to a halt.
up to my shoulder.
Miserable, I watch another empty hour pass The skin hurt quite a lot but the muscles
by. The boost I felt from my vision of the boy don't hurt as much. As I cut them I have to
has vanished entirely. I have nothing be careful not to sever the arteries until I get
whatsoever to do. I have no life. There is the tourniquet* on my arm. A really tough
nothing that gives even a slight hint that this part is the tendon because the knife just
won't cut through it. There are no nerves in body tight against that last piece of skin and
the tendon so I don't hesitate to put the chop it with the knife, and at last I am free. I
blade away and take out the little set of have liberated myself. I drop back against
pliers* on the multitool to grab and tear the the canyon wall and for the first time in six
tendon to pieces bit by bit. Then I come to days my feet are in a different part of the
the nerve, which I know is going to be the canyon than where I had been trapped. And
most painful part of it. Little do I know just my body, all of a sudden, is evercome with
how agonizing it is going to be. I try to cut euphoria. It is as if I am recalling all of the
through it as fast as possible and I suddenly happiest moments of the past 27 years and
feel as if my entire arm has been thrust into tasting in them the promise of at least
a tub* of boiling water - the sensation of another 27 years of life. I am reborn. Having
burning shooting up my arm. been standing in my grave, writing my will
and scratching "Rest in peace" on the wall of
the canyon, all of that is gone - I am alive
Now there are only a few more sections of again. It is undoubtedly the sweetest
muscle, a little bit of skin left. I stretch my moment that I will ever experience.an't sit in
it for more than 20 minutes.