Laying It On The Line

Downhill skiers are insane. I really don't know how else to rationalize recklessly hurtling your body down an icy hill at 65+ mph, where one minute slip on an already tenuous hold could send you tumbling head over heels into an awaiting precipice. But boy does it make for some great viewing! I must salute these wackos for their willingness to lay it all on the line, though. They have no fear, letting the thrill of pursuit guide them down the hill. They listen to their hearts, not their common sense. They respect a friend's chosen way of life, but know that they are called to something a little different.

Seeing the dangers that lie ahead of them, they push ahead full-throttle, anxious to get on with their quest. Each time they strap on their skies, they know full well it could be the last time they find their body intact. More often than not, they arrive at the bottom of the hill; sometimes victorious and sometimes disappointed, but always happy that they had the cojones to try. Now if I could only relate downhill skiing to my life. There's gotta be a lesson here somewhere...