The Quiet Scares Me 'Cause It Screams The Truth

So states were Monday and Tuesday at Sunday River. They were pretty cool. We kicked ass considering we've never done states before. But man, Sumday Bigger = The biggest waste of money combined with the dumbest trail configuration I have ever seen. Basically, if you want to spend a while waiting in line with a bunch of rude people to get on a chairlift, Sunday River is the place to be. If you enjoy "chondola" type lifts that are completely unnecessary based on the fact that the trail is sunny and completely sheltered from the wind and that clearly cost millions of dollars to purchase and install, pack up your car and head to Sunday River. Then, if you really enjoy horseshoe shaped flat trails that you have to skate across but in the end you have basically gone nowhere, Sunday River is your kind of mountain. I don't know about other people, but in the sport of skiing, gravity is your friend. You follow gravity when you ski. It makes it much more fun. Sugarloaf follows gravity, hell, even Scrawny Peak follows gravity. But now Sunday River. Sunday River is too cool to follow gravity ... more like Sunday River is too lame to follow gravity. Whatever, that's their problem.

So I've noticed lately that I love watching sad movies. I think I prefer to watch a movie that makes me cry, that makes me think, that makes me take a look at what I have and what I want. There's something about that scene in the movie, the one that gets you thinking to yourself how familiar that is, and realizing that you are never far enough away from the bottom to trip and fall back down. I feel like, in general as people, we seem to think that because we worked hard for something or because we sacrificed alot for what we have that we are invincible. This is never the case.

I really feel like the thing that we all need to learn is that unless we are willing to admit each and every one of our flaws, every single mistake that we've made, every wrong thing that we have let slip out, and each instance that we wish we could take back, we will never be too far to hit the bottom again. I've never met someone like that, but I really hope to meet someone like that someday. Those qualities, those traits, that's real courage. That's an angel in the flesh. That is someone that was at the bottom, that is someone who realized that there is so much more to life than what other people say and what other people think, and that is someone who will never again throw away anything that they have worked for. Someone like that, they know the true value of life and hard work. That's something to admire, something to strive for.

"Maybe redemption has stories to tell, Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell."
~Switchfoot

How do you get away from what you have made yourself? Once you hit the floor, how do you step away and get yourself back up?