
One year ago we had a trip to another country to a climb a mountain. We started fixing ropes and putting on climbing suits and climbing tools. The road to the climbing site was ready and I went with one of my friends there were a lot of people ready for climbing before we start the race everybody prepared his own climbing bag. We started the race with glad faces wondering who would win the race. The mountain rocks were ground solid with ice covering them. By the middle of the race the weather had started to change as the sum had disappeared form our eyes. The dark clouds were across our heads. After the clouds had covered the sky it had started to rain. Suddenly, I heard someone calling me for help. I realized that he was my friend. One of his legs had slipped and I tried o help him. He was beneath me so I extended my hand to catch him but he sadly dropped his hand by mistake. My eyes were moving right and left I couldn't believe what happens next. I concentrated to his body when he was falling. I had seen tree down me locked to it and I found him pending in the tree. I realized that he is still a life I started calling for help. By luck I found helicopter ambulance near the place that he was paned.. They took him immediately to the nearest hospital for inhalant. Climbing mountain is not easy sport as we think because it needs training body.



