This is one of the worst possible scenarios that could have ever happened ot me ...

One:  I am scared of heights.  Terrified of them.  Want to watch a full grown man turn into a baby?  Get my feet off the ground, and there you go. 

Two: I am unable to move because I hurt my leg.  I'm afraid it's broken.  Had a nasty accident and I think the bone's gone through ... or about to ... the pain is unlike anything I have ever experienced ...

Three: I am hanging on the edge of a very high cliff; the ground below is hundreds of feet down.  The thought of it is making me extremely nauseated.  

Can't move to get away; praying like hell that the rocks supporting my weight don't give way, so I tumble down, risking further injury or worse, death.  Mine.  

I'm in Alaska, in a remote area full of conifer trees and forest.  If anybody finds me it will be a miracle.  Not a soul for miles around, but there is plenty of wildlife, including two hungry grizzly bears who have only one thing on their teeny little brains: lunch.  And today's "blue-plate special"?  Human.  ME.

If I ever survive this ... if there was ever a time I needed God's help, it's NOW.  Oh, God, where ARE You???  I need You.  Not yesterday, not tomorrow.  Today.  THIS HOUR would be good.

Please send someone to help .  Don't let these rocks give way ... 

~To be continued.~