“Come on, Tim. Don’t give up.” I tell myself. “There are followers and new bloggers out there counting on you. Some even look forward to your next post.”
Because that is what you do in a crisis situation. Give hope to the hopeless. Extend a purpose for continuing to exist. Encourage them to stand firm and survive difficult situations.
The accusations and self-blaming stage had started at first. If only he hadn’t slammed the front door on the way out for the morning paper, the avalanche might not have triggered on him. A massive slide of wet, heavy material cascading down on his head and knocking him to the ground.
“My coffee maker is heating up. My oatmeal will be starting to get cold.” he thought uselessly.
Tim tested his limbs and discovered nothing broken. His left ankle seemed to be under the greatest pressure for now. He tried shifting it to relieve the strain and it moved easily. The noise accompanying the movement was a slick rustling sound. Wet leaves. He was under a pile of wet leaves. Once again, his wife was right. He should have cleaned the roof gutters after that last rainstorm.
“Good thing we live in mild Virginia instead of Buffalo, New York.” he thought. “This would be much worse if it were five feet of snow.”
You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?