Jagged rocks for stepping stones

A wide river of black water ran through the valley, splitting it in half. Dark clouds and rageing beasts marked both sides as I stood on the line from this and that. On each side of the split valleys river were ragged and jagged stepping stones to either side. Both bare feet, and rags to wear, there is only room to make one trip. To the east scortching winds and whipping rain tears at the flesh, to the west the sky blazed with fire to burn the skin and water so active that it drowns. Eyes hazy, body beat, a week posture to go by. Truth be told, either direction there will be issues, others more harsh then any. But what way is really the ultimate sacrafice to pay to make the right choice?