My lessons started then and there. “First” Said Matheo for he was the ski instructor. “We need suitable gear for you “. “And then a…” And so he went on for a few minutes till the list of items was swimming in my head like a ripped up town in a hurricane. We couldn’t start till the next day as we had to get all the items Matheo had listed before my ski lesson started at 9:00. I slid down the slope most of the day although with increasing confidence I rapidly improved. A few days later I was zooming down the hill as if I had done skiing since I was born. From there I went to increasingly harder slopes and even competed in a few competitions.
Sadly we weren’t in Austria forever so the day came when we had to go back to Australia. I had a last short ski lesson with Matheo and then we had to go. At the airport I was pleading to stay at least a little longer but we couldn’t, not without funds to pay the expenses to stay longer. At the front part of the airport an official came up to me and told me about my fabulous skiing and miraculously offered to fund me if I went in some more competitions. I happily told my mum and she after seemingly much consideration agreed. I immediately called my teacher and told him what had happened. We continued training strait away and got ready for my next competition. Six months later I had already earned a position to qualify for the winter Para Olympics in Vancouver. I was so delighted I nearly did a summersault in mid training.
Later I was getting ready for the qualification. It seemed like the most exciting time in my life. The next day I was already out of bed at 5:00 as the qualification would start at 7:30. At 7:30 I was lined up in a weird formation to do my tricks contest. The start was easy just a slope to gain speed but the difficulty increased as I worked my way through the contests. In the last contest which was 500m sprint I could barely move a muscle. But I had to do the contest otherwise I had done all my training for nothing. So I braved the contest at least the start.
BBEP! That was the start I lurched forward instantly in front of everyone else. The race went pretty well except in the middle where a bulky boy barged past me with his arms outstretched easily knocking me over. “Cheat!” I screamed after him. I quickly got up and raced after the group, but they were already a few metres in front of me. I couldn’t catch up could I? I had to. So I raced up after them trying my best to catch up to the guy who had pushed me. There finally, I was 7th place, 6th, 5th, 4th, 3rd, 2nd there was the finish line could I make it? There was the person who had pushed me down. He was first. He went over the finish line just behind me. No I didn’t make it just because he pushed me. I kept my anger in cheque. For the time being, at least. I was so tired that I flopped into bed with all my clothes on.