A Lesson in Skiing
I stood on the mountain looking down the last half of the slope, and I knew I had made a mistake. Swain Resort in New York had a different definition of the “easiest” slopes than Massanutten in Virginia. The steep drop-off in front of me brought back the fear I felt last year, right before I tried a slope too hard, lost control, and crashed. Now, looking down, I prayed, “Lord, help me! How do I do this?! I don’t know how to do this!!” But I had to go down, so finally, I just did it. With almost no control, I barreled down the mountain. Multiple times I nearly crashed into groups of people. Anyone near me must have heard me yelling, “Help! Help! Help!” Having made it to the bottom in one piece, I decided to ask someone how I should handle that hill the next time. “You really should get a lesson” she said. It made sense. How would I ever get better at skiing without someone teaching me? So, I signed up. The next time I went up the lift, my instructor wen...