One time I went downhill skiing (it was only my second time) and I really didn't know what I was doing. As I got off the ski lift, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was about to die. I was depressed about it, but didn't know how to get down the mountain without skiing down. Somehow I didn't think about taking the ski lift back down. I resigned myself to skiing down.
I got out of control (even though it was the bunny slope) and was headed for some trees. Very fast. I knew I was about to die.
I tried to no avail to sit down on my skis to fall. I didn't know how to fall.
Suddenly a FORCE knocked me sideways to the right. I actually somersaulted to the right, skis and all!
It didn't hurt at all- I landed in the snow, amazed! I carefully removed my skis and walked down. Never again shall I ski.
I know who saved me.
I got out of control (even though it was the bunny slope) and was headed for some trees. Very fast. I knew I was about to die.
I tried to no avail to sit down on my skis to fall. I didn't know how to fall.
Suddenly a FORCE knocked me sideways to the right. I actually somersaulted to the right, skis and all!
It didn't hurt at all- I landed in the snow, amazed! I carefully removed my skis and walked down. Never again shall I ski.
I know who saved me.