I survived a plane crash that killed 151 people... I was fighting with my brother over the window seat. After that, I don’t remember anything, except waking up next morning
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After takeoff, I was fighting with my brother, because I wanted the window seat – I was so excited about looking out. My brother got mad and went to sit on the other side of the aisle with my cousin. After that, I don’t remember anything, except waking up the next morning. My dad remembers a little more: the plane severely shaking, the lights going off, people screaming. The plane had crashed into a mountain near Buga, in Colombia.
When I woke up, I was really thirsty. I was screaming for help in Spanish and my dad was trying to get me out of the wreckage, but I was in a lot of pain and couldn’t move. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was buried underground from my waist down and had been stuck, with my seatbelt on, for 13 hours. (I still have the seatbelt marks on my legs.) I guess when we crashed, my legs plunged into the ground. I think it was the warmth of being half-buried that kept me alive, because a lot of other passengers died from hypothermia.
When the rescue team and paramedics found us, they created a makeshift stretcher out of parts of the plane wreckage. They took me down the mountain by foot to a heliport, and I was transferred by air to hospital. When I got there, it was chaos. I just wanted my mom – I wanted her to be there holding my hand. I was so scared.
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https://www.theguardian.com/lifeands...tm_source=digg