For the ensuing hours, we sat together in the snow waiting patiently for search and rescue to arrive. The birds were chirping, the sky was blue to perfection and despite the low battery notification ringing every few minutes on my Samsung slider phone, we maintained conversation. Friends, powder days, microeconomics homework and Sudoku are the subjects of conversation that stand out. Rescue eventually arrived and quickly called a helicopter—the first sure-sign that this indeed was a situation too heavy for either of us to comprehend.
Later that night I learned, alongside his family and friends, that Tim was paralyzed. I remember crying, being incredibly confused and wondering what the life of a quadriplegic could possibly look like. What I did know was that this was not going to be the end of our friendship, that this was not the death of Tim’s persevering character and that I would support him in whatever way I could going forward.