Ski-school fall causes aftershocks?
Most of our clients are of average build and except for their unique personalities, working with one client doesn’t differ that much from another.One day, however, I was working with a sizable man who outweighed me by at least two hundred pounds. He was having difficulty holding a wedge, so I assumed a reverse snowplow position in front of him, holding his outstretched, horizontal poles in my hands.Suddenly, I could feel him beginning to teeter towards me. I released my grip and attempted to stop this “leaning Tower of Pisa” by pressing my hands against his abdomen.When my hands disappeared INTO his stomach, I felt it best to jump aside to avoid becoming a permanent snow angel. He popped out of both heel bindings and hit the snow with a thundering “phoof.”In the most bizarre case of coincidences, I was listening to the local news on the radio that evening when the announcer said, “A minor earthquake hit the Sun Valley region today, with aftershocks being felt as far away as Challis.”- Rod Tatsuno, Sun Valley, IdahoMommy skiestEach run began the same: Harriet would hyperventilate while braced in a “killer snowplow” until I coaxed her into a small amount of forward movement. She inched her way down the bunny hill, miraculously sliding to a stop. At the bottom, I would hold her, console her, and let her cry until she was ready to try it again.After her third run, I asked Harriet what was making her so fearful. She told me that her mother had been dead set against her taking ski lessons, saying over and over, “Who will take care of your six-week-old baby when you break your legs and die?” Her mother had unnerved her to the point that she was simply scared to death. I told Harriet that skiing was safe and was intended to be fun. She was doing fine, but if she was really concerned, she should go home, take care of her little one and come back next year. I would be here waiting for her.My pep talk gave Harriet enough confidence that she stayed on the slopes and we enjoyed the rest of our morning together. As we arrived back at the lodge, we said our good-byes and Harriet made a beeline to the nearest payphone.I couldn’t help but overhear the now-confident Harriet calling her mother. She pinched her nose as she spoke, “Hello, Mrs. Gladys Schmidke? This is the emergency room at Mt. Snowsalot Medical Center. Do you have a daughter named Harriet…?”- Joy Lucas, Edmonds, WashingtonVail, Colorado