It's a Saturday morning in Bergen, 7 years ago. Milan and my dad are going skiing in Voss. We are going to Voss because I'm learning how to ski for the first time. I'll be leaving at 10'o clock. I was excited to go skiing but not the 1 hour and 30 minutes trip to Voss. But the worst about the morning was the shoes. There the worst it's like wearing plate of armor on your foot.
Voss ski resort
When we arrived, we rented a pair of a ski. The trainer was waiting for us. My dad left me with the trainer and he left to ski alone.
We took an easy route. Going down the small hill, I fell 3 times. The trainer had to help me. When going up the small ski elevator, I fell, knowing that I was bad, I took skiing less serious. My coach was very supportive he would say that falling was natural. I did try to stay positive but falling was the worst part, it felt bad, shameful and embarrassing.
After going down the hill for the millionth time, I learned how to slow down. I managed to go down the hill, but then crashed into the safety nets. Not knowing how to turn, I insisted that we do another one. The other one had dummies, the hill wasn’t steep. I didn’t know how to turn, so the coach taught me two methods. I fell while trying the first method, the second one was a mix of stopping and tilting. But I was still falling. Since the two methods were difficult, the coach realized that I must overcome my fear of falling, and if I didn’t it could hinder my skiing capabilities and actually make me worse at skiing.
When reaching the meeting place where I and my dad was supposed to supposed to meet. I find out he is “late”, after 30 minutes, I got scared that my dad was missing in the forest, it was worse. They found him on the ground up in the hill with a concussion and unconscious. Another 30 minutes pass… After 30 minutes, I was so worried. When he was brought by a snow scooter, I felt a bit relieved but still scared. When he was carried in a stretcher to the ambulance. But seeing him, being carried in a stretcher felt horrible, It felt like my blood pressure and my heart was pumping so fast, that I couldn’t even breath. And from that moment on, I said that I will never ski again.
When reaching the hospital, I saw my dad being pushed away from me. I felt isolated and scared there was no one there for me, I thought. The hospital was completely empty, It felt like a haunted or abandoned hospital. The experience was worse than skiing. The hospital smelled like a laboratory because of the operation right next to use. But the scariest part was that the hospital was quieter than a snake. It was so quiet, I could hear my own heartbeat. After the experience, I became an Autophobic (the fear of being alone). When I saw my dad, the doctor told me, he was fine but he didn’t look fine, he had a huge bandage around his head like from a character in the cartoons.
When looking back at this moment I realize that he had amnesia about the moment/experience, a mild concussion and a terrible back after the day. My mom picked us up and after that incident, I quit skiing for 6 months! And when I look back again, I also didn't know how the accident happened but what actually happened was that when going down the hill he fell, he tried to jump. That jump actually led to the back pain/injury for his whole life. Then when going up a kid drove or jumped on him, which led to his concussion and amnesia. And looking back again, the worst part was that I quit skiing because I wasn’t good but no one is good on their first try... Second me giving up was a wrong-doing, listen never give up and getting scared of small falls and making an excuse out of it, is wrong. My dad had amnesia, concussion and back pain, he didn’t give up. Giving up is not the solution.