About six years ago, my boyfriend and I along with one of our mutual friends and my dad, decided to go snow boarding in the nearby mountains in the middle of winter. I left the slope early because I was freezing and went to the cafe below the ski lifts to warm up. Afterwards, Alex called and told me to meet him at the car so we could leave. The problem was that I completely lost my way since the parking lot covered about a six acre plot of the mountain, and there was no cell phone reception. I wandered around for about an hour, during which my wet clothes and socks froze solid to my skin. As I desperately trudged from one snow-laden, tree-covered parking lot to another, I started to panic. I started running and tripping and crying out. The cafe and slopes were closed at this point and lights were starting to go out. 

I went from feeling extreme pain to a weird, cold sinking feeling and just before I decided to run into the street about half a mile down the mountain and hitch hike to the nearest gas station, my phone began to ring miraculously. Somehow I had walked into a spot that gave me about half a bar of reception. Alex was calling me.

When they found me, I was crying with tears freezing on my face. The first thing he did was rip off all of my frozen clothes. I was standing in my underwear and bra in front of my dad, my friend, and whoever was still in the parking lot, as Alex massaged the warmth back into me with his own body heat from his hands and chest. Then he covered me in some emergency blankets and made me sit in the shot gun seat with the heater on full blast.

Since then, he’s always managed to save me from myself one way or another.