“Fortune favors the brave.”
—Terence, Phormio 161 B.C.
The following story was contributed by Kelly Simmons.I was six years old.
I stood atop the mountain, looking down at the treacherous descent that lay before me. I wasn’t ready for this. Why had I agreed to such a perilous fate?
It was Dad’s fault. He was to blame! I was perfectly content inching my way down the bunny hill at snail speed.
But now, I stared down the barrel of a green run. Terror took hold as I watched my older sister, Kristen, zip down the slope.
“C’mon Kelly,” Dad urged, coaxing me out of my momentary paralysis.