Lost Life - Part I

Waking seconds before in apprehensive knowing of death approaching. Rapid wind, making sounds by a speeding car up above us on the road at Roosevelt Lake. Husband and I awoke at the same moment, listening to the speeding car as we held our breath. Somehow knowing, seconds before the crashing noises hit our ears, that death was near. Then a male voice in agony, yelling, 'someone help me! Please someone help me! Oh my God, my God, help me! ' In the quiet darkness of early morning, those words chilled us to the bone. We donned shoes and took off up the mountain, hearing the screams yet, up above us. A boat was lying on the side of the mountain down by us, no one was in it. Starting up the mountain to reach the person, jumping a barb wire fence and listening for the repeated agonizing screams to lead us to him. Slipping and sliding, trying to gain ground, falling back when someone yelled, 'we're paramedics - camping below' and then ran on ahead to do what they could. We could hear them talking, reassuring the voice we heard that help was on the way. Then suddenly nothing but silence was heard, the male voice would never speak again, he died right where he lay, his head in a pool of blood.