On a group trip to Lake Tahoe I hooked up with a few people I didn’t know to ski with for the day. It turned out they were great skiers. Many of them were even former ski instructors. Following them had me push my own limits in ways I would likely not have on my own.
I had to work hard just to keep up. As we stopped in front of a few rock outcroppings to catch our breath, I watched with a growing pit in my stomach as one by one they chose the path of the chute between the rocks.
I found myself in a situation requiring that I “feel the fear and do it anyway” or quit and ask someone to send help.
That day on the slope, I learned more than just a valuable ski lesson. I learned a life lesson too.
