Many years ago in the winter of 1988 in Iceland, I went with a group of students in my school to a winter cabin, away from settlements in Iceland. I was 15 years old and so were my classmates. This was an outdoor activity club of sorts and there were about 8 of us. We walked from the road about an hour and a half, due north and reached the cabin frozen stiff. The teacher knew this cabin a bit, and when we got there he got the fire stared and heated up the cabin. The cabin had no electricity and we used candles, we ate cold sandwiches which was fine. The teacher managed to heat up some coco for us which was good, and we slept in our sleeping bags for the night. The morning after we went outside the cabin and tot eh west of the cabin there was a slope, going away from the cabin. The was snow all around and the ground was slippery. I was with a friend of mine and we were walking around, when he decided to slide down the slope on his back for fun. I was was below on the slope and saw a cliff from where I was standing, which could not been seen from where my friend was. Before I could say anything he jumped unto the slope and and was flying down the slope on back, heading straight for the cliff and probably to his death. I ran into the slope to get in his way and grabbed him, yelled into his ear to stop right now with our feet because there was a cliff. We did out best to stop ourselves, and luckily we managed to stop on the very edge of the cliff, looking down into canyon, and covered with snow inside and out. I saved his life. My parents would have killed me if they knew what a chance I was taking with my own life. I lost touch with my friend over the years, but he is alive and well today, works as a dentist and has a family and 3 kids.
Head Ransom
22/04/2026
