Perez loved what he did; it was more of a sport than a job. Rescuing lost mountain climbers usually got his blood surging with energy, and he loved it.
However, today was like no other; the weather was bad, and so was the visibility. “How am I going to get this lost teen?” he wondered. Though he didn’t give up, he could taste blood in his mouth. It was such a bad feeling.
A little prayer sent up, Perez persisted in his search. Reminiscing about the events as he signed out that day, he wondered how it had happened; for a moment, he was sure that he’d be meeting his Creator soon. Nonetheless, he’d glimpsed at the young man and he’d secured him using a rope. He was glad that it was all over and behind him and he would finally be going home to his wife and children.