About 6 years ago, my family and I were down in Moab for one of my sisters races. The day before the race we were all hiking and climbing around on double arch and my older brother was climbing up a rock wall. After getting about forty feet up, he came to a spot where he couldn't figure out how to get out of it. Before my other brother could give him directions on where to possibly place his feet, the sandstone gave way and he fell about 40 feet. I was standing at the bottom as he hit and when he did he was knocked out cold and breathing very heavily and loudly making freaky noises while doing so. His eyes were also rolled back. I thought he was basically about to die.
My other brother from whom I spoke about earlier is a paramedic, so he went to work immediately on my brother. It was then that I noticed all the blood and looked down and saw his ankle was completely snapped with the bone sticking straight out. He gradually came to and started grunting and yelling in pain. It took about 3 hours for life flight to get to us and he was then flown to Colorado to the hospital in Grand Junction.
He made a full recovery and was back to doing dumb things in no time. It was definitely a race that we will always remember.
My other brother from whom I spoke about earlier is a paramedic, so he went to work immediately on my brother. It was then that I noticed all the blood and looked down and saw his ankle was completely snapped with the bone sticking straight out. He gradually came to and started grunting and yelling in pain. It took about 3 hours for life flight to get to us and he was then flown to Colorado to the hospital in Grand Junction.
He made a full recovery and was back to doing dumb things in no time. It was definitely a race that we will always remember.
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