Karma can be a b*tch, can't it? That's why I decided to head her off last weekend when I went skiing. I did a good deed out of empathy and in hopes that the favor will be returned to me one day when I most need it.
I took a pretty bad spill on a narrow, steep section of a beginner trail, and my ski popped off. It must have taken me 10 minutes to pop it back on. I don't mind falling -- it comes with the territory -- but I hate when I lose my skis.
On the next run after this incident, I was skiing down a wide, beginner trail, and I noticed a ski laying in the middle of the trail in front of me. About 20 feet downhill, I saw a girl lying in the snow, missing a ski and struggling to get up. I picked up the ski and yelled to her, "Is this your ski?" She told me it was, so I skied it down to her.
She was very grateful, and I told her I know how it feels. Having to fight your way up mountain to retrieve a piece of equipment sucks.
I was glad I was able to help this girl, but as I skied away, I realized there were dozens of people coming down the slope who didn't stop to help her. It only took a minute to pick up her ski and give it to her. Why not?
I realize it's no longer Monday, but I didn't get to read Carrie's MADM post until late last night.
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