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" I cut off my right arm to live .."

Yep thats exactly wot Rock Climber Aron Ralston did to suvive after he got his right arm trapped by a big chockstone in Blue Canyon Utah. Im reading his book Between a rock and Hard Place.



Using a pocketknife, Ralston cut off his right arm below the elbow and applied a tourniquet and administered first aid. He then rigged anchors, fixed a rope and rappelled 60 feet to the canyon floor.




I am really amazed that amputation of his arm was one of the first options he thought of when he became trapped. I really really dont think I could have amputated my own arm and besides I would have fainted @ the first sight of blood. Had i been trapped my first and last option would have been to SCREAM!!!!! and fat lot of good that would have done.... but im sure i woulda felt alot better.


So Aron you are one hell of a brave dude!

His Book is very graphic and not to be read first thing afer breakfast as i have found out.

Comments

londonphotos said…
Oooo there must have been another option, surely.. Cutting your own arm off is the second to last option. Last option is "do nothing".


And really cool site. that ice climbing in covent garden looks great. i have to try it some time!!
rubi red said…
hi londonphotos! yep i agree with you. cutting off yer own arm is sheer madness.

Do try the ice climbing in covent garden its real ace :)

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