How Far Are We Unwilling to Go No one wishes to be in a plane crash. People take it for granted to arrive safely at a destination. The plane crash of October 13 in 1972 in Andes mountains taught the world valuable lessons. It was an unexpected occurrence during our flight from Uruguay to Chile with my rugby teammates. When I cogitate about it, I consider being alive today a privilege. This account discloses the effects of the crash in my life and thinking since the occurrence of the incident. The ingenious techniques we adopted to subsist changed my thinking. Melting snow by the use of aluminum sheets from the seats make me see a world of possibilities. Whenever I grasp snow today, I perceive it as water. It is stiff to believe that we castoff the bottom of the seats to make snowshoes.  I now believe that under pressure and harsh circumstances, one can be more creative and innovative. It is as if the brain is accelerated to think faster. Desperate times call for desperate measures. It is still a repulsive event when people hear that we used rugby balls to pee in since the temperatures froze everything.  At that moment, we had to be smarter than a rocket scientist. My perception of cannibalism changed after practicing it.  We needed fat and proteins which could only be found on the dead bodies of our colleagues. The survival instincts closed the gap between the acceptance stage and the actual phase of eating our pal’s carcasses. After being rescued, I could hardly sleep for twenty minutes since we hardly slept in the mountains to stop frostbite.  Later we were able to sleep regular hours. However, it was a disconsolate experience which no survivor would wish to undergo again. I came to realize the power of solidarity. We worked together in order to increase our chances of subsistence.  Just like Eliud Kipchoge the marathon world record holder, I can ascertain that individual’s hundred percent is nothing compared to ten percent of a squad on a mission. I attest we survived because of teamwork. The issue of cannibalism shows that we were a team, so does climbing the mountain and overcoming the avalanche together. The incidence created brotherhood and a lasting reunion of the survivors. We knew that the world would not cognize the intentions of our actions but will be quick to judge us. Although hard to withstand, cannibalism was an irreversible act, a decision to live.  Am glad that the parents of the comrades we used as food understood us. The worst thing was to watch our friend die knowing one of us could be Our mates still live in us. It took time to heal after the stressful event. The fact is that we killed no one; it was just a traumatizing experience we had to bear.  As long as my heart kept beating, I knew I would survive on the mountain. The plane crash ordeal taught me valuable lessons in life. If one has food, water, and a place to sleep, it is a blessing. To be successful in life, we must cut our ego, work with others, and take risks. We must remain positive and be grateful to God for life. This article is a manual to everyone in the word to believe that mountains are there to be climbed and no specific formula exists.  Worrall, Simon. “After the Plane Crash and the Cannibalism a Life of Hope.” National Geographical, 3 (April 2016). https://news.nationalgeographic.com/2016/04/160403-andes-uruguay-rugby-cannibal-plane-crash-canessa-ngbooktalk/ (accessed June 5, 2019).  Ibid.  Anderson, Chris. How far are we Unwilling to Go? Blueprint B Version 2.0. Online book, n.d. (pp. 92-97).  Ibid.  Ibid.  Ibid.  Ibid.