ah, the annual young adult ski retreat. why is it that i always attend the ski school and have never figured out how to stop? well, not this year. this year Mills taught our class. Mills owns the pop radio station in Rome. His side job is teaching people how to ski. well, i for one, was grateful. never before had i learned how important the edges of the skis are.
there's always that uncontrollable speed where you feel like you will never regain control and just pummel through all unsuspecting passersby. at one point, I was resting at a curve on the slope when a cloud descended and i could barely see ten feet ahead. the only way was down and i had to move forward. there were several people whizzing by me with more experience and greater gifting, many of them half my age. i was unsure of the terrain and less confident in my skill. i was sure i would fall down, knowing that i would have to get back up and at it again. There was one point, where I got really scared and just yelled at the top of my lungs, "MIIILLLLLSSSS!" a cry for help when i didn't think anyone else could save me.
Hmmm.. funny, isn't it?
posted by Kelly @ 1:07:00 PM
2 Comments:
You're braving than me to actually go out and ski man! Hope you had fun.
Love ya
:) i definitely went skiing for the first time a few weeks ago. you do infinitely better than i did....i mean, i quit after two hours. one of these days i'll learn.
is this story a metaphor for life? uncontrollable speeds, feeling helpless and finally crying out to the one who can save you? either your clever storytelling did its job in making me think, or i read too much into it. :) either way, what else is new?
hope things are good. hey to your husband.
Post a Comment
<< Home