What do I believe? I ask myself that almost every day, and until recently, never knew. I believe in life, the beauty, ugliness, and well, just every aspect about it.
A few years back, I went up to a ski resort for a little vacation to go snowboarding with my family and friends. My friends and I were out all day having a good time and we were just about to hit up our last slope of the day. It was pretty late and very dark, the visibility was very limited. The way you got up this hill was by a pulley system, that when you were strapped into your board, you grabbed on to a handle that was attached to a wire, it pulled you till you let go and stopped to where you wanted to start to go down. When I got to where I wanted to get off I let go of the handle but I was still moving up the hill. I looked down and saw that the chain that attached from my boots and my board was tangled around the wire causing me to continually get pulled up the hill.
I fought and fought to get free, but the more I did, the more tangled I got. I finally gave up fighting, the wire was clenched my right binding causing my entire right led and up to my abdominal area to be on the very dangerous side. I laid back and closed my eyes as I was hopelessly dragged towards a two-ton wheel, which was feeding the wire back down to the bottom. As my lifeless body dangled from the wire, inches away from being brutally crushed breaking, if not severing, every bone that came between the wheel and the wire, I fell. I fell onto the foot of snow that was lying on the ground, as I watched my board get crushed and snapped into two separate pieces. As I lay there, I thought and thought, and finally rose to my feet, turned around and started to walk down the hill. Left my board there, walked past my two terrified friends that witnessed it without a word to them, and back to our condo. We never spoke of this again and until now, only three people that knew about it, not even the guy that was maintaining the lift saw it because he could not see that far up the slope.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. That if it was to happen, I never would have been released from my board. I can not explain how I got free, and fell to safety, but it taught me a lesson. Life is to short; we must live every day like there is no end. We must forget what happened in the past and live in the present, treating every day like it could be our last, and accepting the consequences of everything that happens.
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