I have never skilled anything like what has ensured to me in the last week. Before a frightening chance that sent me off a cliff and into the Pacific Ocean, I was with my Jeep in the first two photographs.
Courtesy Angela Hernandez
It occurred on a lovely drive home through Big Sur at about noon on July 6. I had to veer and lose control when a small animal suddenly dashed onto the road. They say it was around 250 feet. The next thing I knew, I was dwindling. I only recall waking up in my car, which was satisfying with water, and not much of the real fall. My head was bleeding and sore. I beached, the car’s windows were tightly closed, and the clout was out.
Courtesy Angela Hernandez
I struck the driver-side window hysterically with a multi-tool next to my seat until it penniless. Notwithstanding the pain in every bone, I sustained to call out Isabel, my sister’s name. I was able to get away, diving into the sea and swimming to land before sleepy off from exhaustion.
Courtesy Angela Hernandez
Day was still coming in when I woke up. I felt pain burning through my thighs, back, hips, and assumes. My car’s roof was torn off and it was partially suppressed nearby. I had lost my shoes. I tried, but was unable, to get to my hidden gallon of water inside the debris.
Courtesy Angela Hernandez
The days that followed mixed together. To keep my mind busy, I played with tiny crabs and climbed rocks to evade the hot sand as I paced the beach looking for anyone. In an effort to find a car or a bystander who might hear my cries for help, I located a high vantage point from which to scan the road above. I continued there until the sun pushed me back down.
Dryness set in and my clothes were torn after three days. I found a black hose near the car that fit perfectly into the concise of my jumper. I discovered fresh water dripping from moss on the cliff and heard water soaked further along the beach. I tasted as much as I could after carefully meeting it.
Courtesy Angela Hernandez
Penetrating the beach, scaling to elevated locations, calling for help, meeting water, and sleeping just above the receding tide became a daily routine. Routine transported me some solace, but the pain never died away.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the melody and the reminiscences. Food, family, and the moment someone would find me were all in my thoughts.
I saw the Big Dipper in the sky and observed the sunrise on my last morning, which began with shoulder pain. It felt like a vision when I suddenly dotted a woman walking along the shore. I ran towards her and shouted for assistance. While exploring with a man who stayed by my side and gave me fresh water, she found my injured car.
Courtesy Angela Hernandez
They replaced fast, calling for help. When the rescue team arrived, they pulled me up the cliff and flew me to the hospital. I was conversant of my injuries there, where I was reunited with my family severe tans, a collapsed lung, fractured ribs and collarbones, and a brain loss.
Courtesy Angela Hernandez
However, none of that was important feeling alive and being covered by love. I knew this frightening experience had a greater drive as I laughed with my sister in the hospital. Life is astonishing, really.
