Mountain Men
The year was 1934. It was cold, windy and rainy in the Himalayas reaching temperatures of at least under thirty degrees. Two boys, a father and a son, had a dream that one day they would climb the tallest Himalayan mountain. Not only would they climb it, but they would beat the world record of mountain climbs. Thus, there dream was about to come true. They were so close to the top when one of the lines broke. He saw his own dad plummet to the bottom of the mountain, reaching death. Not knowing what to think, he began to cry so hard that his own tears turned to ice. For minutes he couldn’t stop crying. As a son, it was the hardest thing for him to witness your own dad dying right in front of you. As his dad’s body laid souless on the ground two-hundred feet below, he hesitated to make his way down the mountain. Gazing at the tip, he was so close to making a record. No one had ever made it to the top. Refusing to give up the opportunity of a lifetime, he climbed harder than ever. At last, he was there. Not able to stand up he got out a small red flag out of his stuffy, snow-filled jacket and stuck it on the top of the highest stone to prove his accomplishment and appearance. Than the worst thing happened. The rock he was standing on broke into two. As his foot slipped, he attempted to grab on to the side as tightly as he could. Blizzards and winds blowing in his face, he knew he was doomed. He attempted again to board his foot on another rock but once again, it slipped. After he slipped he immediately plummeted. Sadly, just like his father, he descended toward the bottom. Remarkably, he landed right on top of his own dad, saving his life.