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A Backlash of Emotion
I was not a kid that grew up confident. Any time I thought I was good at something, the assurance came from my dad or somebody at school. It was never my own mom or my sister. I didn’t expect it ...
Season 1
The rest of my first season on patrol was packed full of support from people outside of patrol. There were a select few that did support me on patrol, but they were few and far. I was told I coul...
Aftermath
It was hard to sleep for a few days because I had cracked the humeral head, torn my rotator’s cuff and labrum and suffered a posterior shoulder dislocation. The doctor had explained to me that on...
Night Ski
It was my second night on night ski. Night ski shift began at 0950 each morning and generally finished around 20:30 each night. Some days were longer than others. This day, the snow was mixed wit...
Eager, Ready to Learn
It’s hard to explain the feeling you get when the phone rings on September first. I knew the call was coming and I was in the middle of my landscaping job when it finally arrived. I had to put my...
Book Description
This blog, once I figure it out, is gonna be like a short memoir. Only, this memoir is mostly negative and will not eventually show the light. I want to write about how joining ski patrol nearly made me want to die over and over. I’m going to write about getting picked on, put down, and why I finally broke. I’m also going to be writing from a single-sided perspective (hence memoir), so take everything with a grain of salt.
