"There was a mountain climber who desperately wanted to conquer the Aconcagua and began climbing it after years of preparation. But, he wanted the glory to himself, so he went up alone. He started climbing and it became later and later. He didn't prepare for camping, so he decided to keep going. Soon it grew very dark.
Night fell with heaviness at a very high altitude. Visibility was zero. Everything was black. There was no moon, and the stars were covered by clouds. As he was climbing a ridge at about 100 meters from the top, he slipped and fell. Falling rapidly, he could only see blotches of darkness that passed. He felt a terrible sensation of being sucked in by gravity.
He kept falling, and in those anguishing moments, good and bad memories passed through his mind. He thought certainly he would die. But then he felt a jolt that almost tore him in half. Yes! Like any good mountain climber he had staked himself with a long rope tied to his waist. In those moments of stillness, suspended in the air, he had no other choice but to shout, "Help me God! Help me!" God replied, "Do you really think I can save you?" "Of course, my God!" "Then let go of the rope that is holding you up," God said.
There was another moment of silence and stillnes. The man gripped the rope even tighter.
The rescue team says that the next day they found a frozen, mountain climber, hanging strongly to a rope... TWO FEET OFF THE GROUND." (Author Unknown)
I remember this story when I watched Unang Balita this morning. Arnel Pramdita survived the wrath of Sendong because he let go. He allowed the raging waters to carry him and he held on to his hope that God will hear his prayer and give him a second chance to live. Watch his full story and be inspired as well. :) (Kudos to Youth for Christ, too!)
Let go. Let God.