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From a young age, I've
had a really deep connection with being outside. I've been skiing since I was
eight or nine years old. I've been on expeditions(探险) in many places like China, Pakistan and so on. But it was in my
home country, the USA, that I came closest to death.
It was April 1, 2011. I
was skiing in the Tetons with my friends Jeremy and Xavier, both experienced
snowboarders. That day, l was the last person to ski. They were watching me
from a safe area. Suddenly, I heard someone cry loudly. I turned around and saw
the whole mountain start to move behind me. It was a massive avalanche( 大雪崩). The kind of avalanche that destroys trees, cars, buses, even
houses! Tens of thousands of tons of snow were coming straight down the
mountain behind me. I felt the snow push me forward, hundreds of meters, and
then cover me. It was so heavy that I couldn't breathe. And then it pushed me
forward again and up, out of the snowpack. I looked around, and for a few
seconds I actually stopped being terrified. I had a moment to pause and to look
at the power of the avalanche.
I looked down into the
bottom of the valley(峡谷). I could see trees that were 30m tall,
because! Was so far away, and they looked tiny to me. "OK, I'm going all
the way to the bottom!" I thought. Then the snow pushed me again down the
mountain another 450m. I thought the force of the snow would destroy me; it was
powerful. But in the end, I felt the avalanche slow down and I just popped ( 迸出 ) right out of the snow at the bottom of the valley.
It took Jeremy and
Xavier about 20 minutes to reach me. There was a pile of debris(碎片) across the bottom of the mountain 300m wide. They couldn't believe
it when they saw me. I was so lucky.
Has the experience
changed me? Do I think about life differently? I don't know, maybe. But I do
know that it's important to live your life with meaning. Life is a gift. So use
it wisely.