It all happened on August 11th. I was climbing Mount Everest, I felt as though my body was going to give up at any time. As I climbed up the mountain rock by rock I cam across the death rock. Little did I know that that rock would kill me. as I climbed like any rock I started to slid, I don't remember much after that but I do remember waking up lying at the bottom of mount Everest and saw bright red blood coming down the mountain like a river.