I made a quick visit to El Salvador and on my last night I hung out with one of my best friends. I was going to spend the night there and he was going to give me a ride to the airport in the morning. When I double checked my airplane ticket, I realized it was departing from a different airport... almost 4 hours away! I started panicking and told him we had to leave immediately. I wake up and we're still at his apartment, and we're super late. There was no way I could catch that flight, but I still got in a taxi with my friend and paid the taxi driver $250 to get us to that airport.
Half way there I decided it was pointless to continue and told the taxi to drop us off near a ski resort. At the ski resort, I met up with more friends, my cousin and brother. We all went down the slops, it was a lot of fun. It helped me forget about having missed my flight. Still at the slops, we took a break. I noticed they parked right under a cliff of snow and I skied to the other side. A small earthquake caused the snow to collapse on top of everyone.
I managed to ski away from the avalanche just on time. I was scared, I didn't know what to do. I let 10 minutes go by and still no sign of people coming to help. I stood around the area where I last saw them. I yelled into the snow hoping they could hear me. My brother yelled back and I started digging like crazy.
I was so relieved to hear him still alive. Still berried, he asked if I could install a program in his computer. With tears in my eyes I said of course. I got him and my cousin out of the snow. I hugged him... then I remembered there were more people still under the snow. I dug more and found another friend barely alive. I felt bad cause I took so long to help them.