Personal Narrative: My Way Of Skiing

Who am I? I have been called many things; a bumbling buffoon, a sleepy sailor, or even a hairy hippy. I am so much more than these mere titles. I am a sponge to the world that deposits its ideas into me. I am a filter that chooses which ideas I want to follow. I am a melting pot that takes these ideas and turns them into one unique view of the world, my view. One thing that I have observed from my many years of skiing is that bowing to fear is not the way I want to live. I learned this when I had a massive face plant that bloodied my face, broke both my helmet and my goggles, gave me a concussion, and forced my lower lip to inflate to the size of a cocktail wiener. I only remember coming back to full consciousness in the ski patrol hut seeing my normally khaki colored glove now dripping a scarlet red, and a patrolman, who was not the nicest person in the world, continuously nagging “You were skiing out of bounds, I should pull your pass.” On the trip to the hospital my friend Tommy told me that in my dazed condition I was concerned about one thing, what day it was. After a week or so, the storm of confusion that ravaged my brain had subsided. The first day I went skiing after my fall I planned to go to the same chute that I fell on, but now that I could think clearly I was afraid. Could I really go there again? What If I get hurt …show more content…
Like with skiing, even though it has started a slew of my injuries, I am always coming back for more; it has taught me to persevere through any adversity. Also through my sailing against Lambert, I have learned to always look on the bright side of a dark cloud of failure; whether it be in school, athletics, or everyday life, whenever I lose confidence in myself everything feels like a house of cards in a hurricane. Instead, I have decided to smile and let skiing and sailing turn me into a floater that bounces from a fresh cloud of snow to the rhythm of the