Quedé Atrapada En Un Deslave Durante 3 Horas.Llamé A Mi Papá Puedes Ir A La Escuela, Por Favor...

I was trapped in a landslide for 3 hours. I called my dad. Can you go to school, please? Stop making such a big deal out of it, Morgan. "We're in the middle of your sister's VIP consultation for nose surgery." That's exactly what my dad told me while my seven-year-old son, Noah, was going into anaphylactic shock lying on the floor of his school. I was trapped in a mudslide, three hours away, screaming into a satellite phone and begging him to drive just ten minutes to authorize the EpiPen that could save Noah's life. He didn't even ask if Noah was okay. He just sighed, annoyed that I had interrupted his appointment... and hung up. In that absolute silence, I understood two things. My son could die because of cosmetic nose surgery. And I was no longer the begging daughter. But before I tell you what I did next, leave a comment and tell me where you're listening from. I want to see how far this story goes. I didn't scream again. Screaming only wastes oxygen, and at over 1,500 meters up, trapped in a mudslide, oxygen is precious. I took out my phone. satellite tracking device on my vest. I didn't call the police. In that weather, no helicopter could take off.