Miracle in The Andes

by Nando Parrado

But now I began to understand that my ordeal in the Andes was not an interruption of my true destiny, or a perversion of what my life was supposed to be. It simply was my life, and the future that lay ahead was the only future available to me.

We survived not because we were perfect, but because the accumulated weight of our concern for each other far outweighed our natural self-interest.