The rope to heaven

It was very dark, and all I know was I must keep going as stopping for even a short 5 minutes could induce my physical body to give up. I looked up at the dark sky and the stars were sparkling. I felt so close to the stars and it was an awesome feeling. The only guide available for me to follow was a white rope.




In the rope I trusted, and slowly but surely, I finally reached Low's peak of Mount Kinabalu at 4,095 meters above sea level. It was fantastic to be walking above the clouds. Is there such a rope in life? As I was climbing, I thought of a friend who is hospitalised and struggling. I would like to dedicate my climb to him. I reached the summit at 5.30am on the 26th December and he passed away at 7.30pm on the 27th December. Friend, may you be well, may you be happy, may you be peaceful, and may you be free from enmity.