A Dream or Not a Dream....

Have you ever had that feeling like a dream was going to come to life. It's crazy, like you're falling off a huge building and you suddenly wake up just before you hit the pavement, and you find yourself falling in to your pillows at mock speeds, It's a good think you're bed was there to soften the fall off of a forty story building.

Last night i had a dream like that, but it was a dream that I would never hope to happen. I'm a ski patroller. I submit people who have injured themselves to first aid. My dream consisted of me, and one other person. This person is some one who I am close friends with.

It all started with me joking around in the hut with some other patrollers, just a few guys laughing at people having' a hard time getting off the lift, or a joke someone told about a midget in the forest. All was going as planned, time was passing no calls were made, so no one was hurt yet. A call comes over the radio, someone has hurt them selves. I answer quick, the adrenaline pumping in my body and i put my helmet on and strap my board to my feet. I head down the run, a few people slowly making their way, having the time of their life. I ski up to the site where dispatch has told me to go, to a group of 20-30 people standing there, not sure what to do. I cut my way through the crowd waiting to see someone with a minor injury, maybe a broken arm, or some spinal injury. My friend, we will call her Samantha, has gone face first and is currently hugging a tree.

The fact that she was hugging a tree is a small problem in this story, it could only relate to some broken ribs, internal bleeding, and probably a popped lung. Though this scene is special, not a normal scenario like described before, this scene has a branch plunging through the depths of Samantha's chest. First second I didn't know what to think but I snapped into my role and I made the right calls; code III (life threatening injury), call for EMS (emergency medical service), and all the right equipment we would need to get her off of that tree, a saw, back board, and a snowmobile to get her the hell out. The dream skips, and I am at the front door of her house, getting her kids to the neighbours so I can tell her husband, that she is on her way to the hospital and it isn't looking good.

THAT WOULD BE CRAZY! It was only a dream, but a dream that felt real. I can only hope that a dream like this will never be a reality for me. But i guess the reality is, this could be a reality for me, whether I know the person or not I could find someone in the last dire minutes of their life, trying to hold on to what is left.

Well here it goes!

So, this is what's up. My buddy who shal remain nameless has got me onto this blog thing, don't know what to write, or what to really do with a blog, but over time I'm sure i'll figuer it out.

This is a picture of my baby, snow. I'm a volunteer ski patroller, pretty much the best thing i've ever done EVER! You can't complain too much about 14 weekends a year of snowboarding and saving lives. Saving lives, a loosly used term, as of yet no one has been near death, mostly just concusions, spinal injurys, and the odd broken bone.

To me, this is a picture of what it is to live in BC. A cold morning, freshly groomed powder, and a beatiful surise, this is BC. Where else can you stand on a snow covered hill and stare out at the curve of the world, and watch in amazement the wonders of this little thing we call life. Well, I guess there are quite a few, but this one is better and that's what I'm going to be sticking with.