When I was first learning to ski—worse than the trying to learn how to stop—which for a long while was an uncontrollable fall-- was getting off the ski lift-- For at the same time my feet were beginning to touch solid ground, but my seat was planted firmly in the safety of a solid—yet moving bench… In there was that moment—that required transferring trust from my firmly planted seat—to my unconfident feet that were going to have to immediately go down a ramp--- I remember the first time—in my hesitation—I couldn’t do it… and now I was back in the sky-- with all yelling at me—and I jumped…