I was on a ski run in the mountains of Canada when I fell in the backcountry.
I was hit by a big grizzly bear and it took me a few seconds to realise what had happened.
The bear had leapt over a tree, ran straight into my ski pole and started biting me.
I was a few feet away and I knew that I had to get out of there as fast as possible, so I grabbed onto a rock and pulled myself to the surface, with a big grin on my face.
I could see the bear and I was sure it was going to attack.
I thought I was going crazy.
But I was in a panic.
I didn’t have a clue what to do.
It was a terrible feeling.
But luckily, my friend, who was with me, saw the bear.
He saw a black bear, which I thought was a joke, and jumped into the fray.
He hit the bear on the back of the head and got him away from me.
But that was just a moment in time.
I had to save myself.
After that, the bear continued to attack, and I had a chance to escape.
I went up the hill and the bear was still chasing me.
I had no choice but to jump in front of him and grab onto the edge of a rock.
I thought it was a safe place to land.
Then the bear started moving towards me.
But my friend was there with me.
The bear was coming for me.
He was about to attack me, so he got up from the rock and ran towards me, grabbing onto the rock.
But the bear came up beside me and I managed to pull him away.
I think that was the best thing that ever happened to me.
There was no other choice but for me to run towards him.
He would have taken me out, but he was scared.
It scared him.
I would never want to see him again.
After I got away, my ski instructor came and asked me what had just happened.
I said that I was trying to save the other person, but I was scared too.
I told him about the bear attack, but that the person I had saved was still in danger.
I remember thinking that if he was not here with me now, I would not be alive to do it again.
I tried to calm myself down, and think about what I had just seen.
I tried to think of the things that I could do to help.
I told my instructor to take me back to the lodge.
I started walking towards the lodge and I felt that my adrenaline would start pumping again, but then I heard footsteps behind me.
The footsteps were my instructors.
They had been standing right behind me all along.
They were shouting to me to get back.
I looked at them, and then I saw them.
I turned and I saw that they were the two instructors.
I knew what they wanted.
They wanted me to return to them, because they wanted me.
They wanted to save me.
They had saved me.
And I did, and that’s what saved me from the bear in the woods.