I feel bad for them. I wish the best for them. I hope they can grieve and get it over with and try to live their life.

[He] reassured me that if it was our time to go, then God's will would be fulfilled.

We were worried and afraid, but we began to accept our fate.

We took turns pounding away... as hard as we could.

I thank God, mostly. Because of him, I am here.

I cannot begin to express my sorrow for my lost friends and my sympathy for those they left behind. I hope that my words will offer some solace to the miners' families and friends who have endured what no one should ever have to endure.

Some drifted off into what appeared to be a deep sleep, and one person sitting near me collapsed and fell off his bucket, not moving. It was clear that there was nothing I could do to help him. The last person I remember speaking to was Jackie Weaver, who reassured me that if it was our time to go, then God's will would be fulfilled.

I'd just like to thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers, and I think that's it.

As my trapped co-workers lost consciousness one by one, the room grew still and I continued to sit and wait, unable to do much else.