"I was certain that I was going to die when the ski patroller's face turned white as a sheet after cutting open my ski pants to reveal the broken femur bone protruding from the center of my thigh. It was New Year's Eve in 2014 as I lay bleeding out on the bottom of a small ski hill in the mountains of southern New Mexico."
"Shortly, those thoughts began to fade out along with any fear or emotion I initially had. The warm embrace of death began to sweep over me like a woolen blanket on a frigid winter's night. I felt cozy. It was as if death itself was inviting me in, like a soft-spoken lover whispering into my ear, asking me to crawl into bed. I began to accept. I closed my eyes and started to surrender, allowing myself to be lured in, to the other side..."
"...When the pale-faced ski patrol jerked me by the collar and slapped me in the face, bringing me back to the realm of the living. "If you fall asleep now you won't wake back up," he said sternly. That's all it took for me to snap back into this realm and put the other one on hold. I remembered that I wanted to live goddamnit! So with all my might, I fought the urge to fall unconscious."
A skier suffered a compound femur fracture that protruded through the thigh while on a small ski hill on New Year's Eve 2014 in southern New Mexico. Blood loss and injury convinced the skier of imminent death and triggered thoughts about family and failing the father who taught skiing. A comforting sense of acceptance and surrender to death followed until a pale-faced ski patroller jerked and slapped the skier awake, warning that sleep would be fatal. The warning reignited the will to live, prompting the skier to demand a bone reset and endure excruciating pain while fighting unconsciousness.
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