My awfully big adventure

Great Britain

Life can be a big adventure. Some adventures are happy, some sad and some… well, a bit of both.

We asked our supporters to tell us a story about their biggest adventure. Here are some of the funniest, saddest, most awe-inspiring replies we got.

Breath of life

Woman underwater

‘When I was six I nearly drowned. I believe that God helped me breathe underwater so I didn't drown. It's an unbelievable miracle, God allowed his daughter to live this life of adventure – since then I’ve been jet skiing, skiing, caving, climbing, abseiling and much more!’

Labour of love

Woman looks out from hilltop

‘My sister went missing in Majorca in 2007. I would travel to Majorca walking the streets, asking in my best Spanish if anyone had seen her. Finally in 2017 the authorities sent word that her body had been found on a mountain. 
‘I decided that I wanted to see where she had been found. My son and I went with a translator and two police escorts. It was an everlasting mountain. The journey was treacherous – going through undergrowth, hanging on to the sides of rock. At times it was real scary.
‘After many hours, we found the place where her remains were discovered. We placed a plaque saying “Take care when choosing this path”. We planted lavender plants in her memory and said a prayer.
‘I felt my sister would have been proud to know she was worth the effort.’

Get me the Colonel!

Railings outside embassy

‘I was the child of a diplomat and was sitting on the balcony at the rear of the Embassy when I saw a car accelerating towards the rear gate, smash through and stop inches away from the steps.
‘The guards ran towards the car when the driver – who appeared to be a young woman – ran up the steps and said, in a panicked voice, “Please, I have to see the Colonel!” That was nothing compared to the days that followed – but that’s another story.’

Rucksack ruckus

hand reaches out over distant coastline

‘On the morning of our 50th Wedding Anniversary last September we were standing at the base of Ben Nevis. As we always do before any challenge, we prayed for safety and set out enjoying the beautiful scenery. 
‘About halfway up, I stepped to one side to let someone through and I tripped. I went down on my knees and fell forward. However, when my hands went down there was nothing there. In that split second I saw the vastness below me and I realised nothing was going to stop me from going over the side of the mountain. A peace came over me – it wasn't like anything I had experienced before.
‘Suddenly I was whipped back up into a sitting position. My husband had managed to grab my backpack.  
‘We did make it to the top for a celebratory glass of champagne. Thank God for hearing our prayers that day.’

Without doubt

Albanian boy looks through railings

‘In 1992 a group of us took a lorry load of aid to Albania. When we walked into the orphanage, I broke down and wept. The children dressed in rags. I saw a barefoot boy dipping bread in water to soften it. I was shocked to the core. I asked a woman, “How can you believe in God?” She told me that she would pray for me. 

‘After that trip I couldn’t rest. I needed to know if there was a God. When I read John 10:27 “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me”, I realised there was, and I finally found peace.’

In debt to the (chara)banc

Make Poverty History sign with Grim Reaper model

‘In 2004, hearing about the Make Poverty History campaign to end overseas debt, I phoned up Classic Coaches and said I wanted to book 1,000 seats for Edinburgh on 2 July. There was a long silence, then, “You’d better come and meet our Managing Director!” 

‘I did so, and 20 coaches were promised – from every village, town and city in the North East. We later had to increase the number to 28, providing 1,400 places. As they say: “Be careful what you wish for” – the logistics were a nightmare!’

Tour de farce

Boy on bike

‘One afternoon, I heard that the London to Holyhead cycle race was coming through my university town of Bangor. I decided I was tired of being a “nobody”, so I attached numbers to my cycle shirt and went to where the race was due to pass. At the appropriate moment I went out onto the road. 

‘As I approached the first corner at speed, people started to cheer and did so all the way to Menai Bridge where I got off and hid in a side street until the real race had passed!’

Ben Cohen
Ben is Web Editor for Tearfund. This can sometimes feel a bit like being ‘senior hairstylist for…