It was a day like any other; the gleaming reflection of the radiant sun in my eyes, the familiar cool breeze playing with my light hair, and the coarse yellow sand between my toes. The golden sun had risen along with the birds, fish, and other wildlife. A twenty-one year old chap whose figure I could barely identify through the green brush was walking down a path. The path was all too well known to …showed first 75 words of 1396 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1396 total…could have very easily passed out on the trail. I would have had a very small chance of being found before I had lost too much blood for me to even regain consciousness. If not for Noel, I could very easily have died on that path. After that experience, Noel and I became close friends. The topics of our conversations on the way up the trail will remain known to us for years to come.