Jill Kinmont Boothe died last month. The sequel to “The Other Side of the Mountain” came up in my Netflix queue and I ran a google search, wondering what she really looked liked. And there, tucked behind the google images, was the story of her death, February 9, 2012. She was 75.
I remember watching the movie when I was a young girl. I’ve watched it several times and just saw it again recently. Jill Kinmont was an inspiration to me growing up and still today, her story still makes me cry and awes me. I’m sitting here trying to come up with the right words and they all sound so corny. She did so much with her life. Despite her injuries? Because of her injuries? Because that’s just the kind of person she was?
When I was injured, friends told me that they couldn’t do what I was doing. Really? It wasn’t that dramatic! Anyway, I told them you do what you have to do. But there is more that I could do. I read the Reader’s Digest now and then. They always have a story of someone who has lost both legs and both arms and still goes and climbs a mountain. I wish I was more like Jill Kinmont. There’s still time. Maybe I will climb a mountain of my own one day. Maybe I’ll just be who I am and keep doing what I have to do from day to day.