I attended Bible college in Morrison, Colorado at Western Bible Institute (no longer there). One day I went with some friends to the Red Rocks to look around and see what we could do there. Well, once there we did a little climbing. I went inside an area that wasn't exactly a cave because it was open at the top, but the sides were made of rock. I climbed up the side of a rock, and then guess what? I couldn't get down.
This actually wasn't unusual for me. As a kid I climbed trees many times and couldn't get down. The ladder had to brought out. I never seemed to learn my lesson. When I was still on the ground, I was always sure I would be able to get down.
Well, I was up on the rock at Red Rocks, and apparently someone had told some mountain climber guys that there was a girl stuck on the rock and she needed help. I didn't really feel I needed help. I just hadn't worked up enough energy/courage/oomph to jump/slide/fall down. Anyway, here comes this climber guy. He climbs up the rock, grabs hold of me and rescues me by carrying me down the rock. I don't think he even said much to me. Also, he had alcohol on his breath.
Once I was down on the ground, he quickly left the area so he could get back to his real climbing. I was a little unhappy to be rescued without my permission. I was a little dumbfounded because this was not my plan and it happened without any pause for thought. And I might have been a tiny, tiny bit happy to be on the ground again.
The possible morals: don't climb a mountain and then you won't fail.
Don't talk too much where strangers can hear you or you might have your life changed without your permission.
And, if you meet a stranger while mountain climbing, try to get his name and number. This may be a possible solution for girls everywhere!