Paul to the Rescue

The boys didn't have school yesterday because of District teacher inservice, so we decided to go skiing. Tyler and Brandi came with us. Paul brought his snowboard and skis so he and Tyler could trade halfway through the day.



Just after lunch, Paul and I were coming down a run when we came upon a girl in obvious distress. She was about 12 years old. She was standing in the snow next to her snowboard, with her gloves on the ground, crying. Paul asked if he could help her. Between sobs, she told him that she had gotten into deep powder and gotten stuck. The group she had been with kept on going, not realizing she wasn't following. She had taken her gloves off to get her board off, but her fingers were so cold and stiff that she couldn't get them back on. She didn't know where her group was, or her parents, for that matter. She was pretty upset. Paul tried to get her gloves back on for her, but they were soaking wet. Paul took his gloves off and put them on her. He asked her if she could make it to the bottom of the hill, but she was too cold and didn't think she could. So he picked her up and skied down, carrying her in his arms. I grabbed her snowboard, his poles and mine, and followed them to the bottom. When we got there, the lift operator came over, thinking that she was injured. Paul explained to him what had happened. The guy took her into the lift shack to warm up while they found her group. Who says chivalry is dead?