Sarah Will
Sarah Will
Sarah Will is a paralympic skier who spent 11 years on the U.S. Disabled Ski Team. During this time, she earned a record 13 medalswhile competing in four Winter Paralympic Games between 1992 and 2002. Will serves as a ski instructor and is otherwise active in the Vail community. She was named to the United States Olympic Hall of Fame in July 2009 and is a nominee for the U.S. Ski and Snowboard Hall of Fame...
should-have ears faces
You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.
trying roles stuff
In Anger Management,' he said,'we had to do all this role-playing stuff. You know, to get used to handling things in a less volatile way.' 'You role-played,' I said, trying to picture this. 'I had to. It was court-ordered.
charming deliberation appeals
Impulsiveness can be charming but deliberation can have an appeal, as well.
knows either-or capable
Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?
believe boys men
I turned and looked into the gas station, where Wes was now paying, as the man who'd driven us looked on. "That's too bad," I said. "It's okay, though," she assured me. "Someday I'll show you an extraordinary boy, Macy. They do exist. You just have to believe me." "Don't worry," I said. "I do.
thinking ideas giving
Why don't you ever wait a second and see what I'm planning, or thinking, before you burst in with your opinions and ideas? You never even give me a chance.
hands missing parks
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park. Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.
school welcome said
Welcome to adulthood," she said. "It sucks as much as high school.
want easy backwards
Maybe you could go backwards and forwards at the same time, but it wasn't easy. You had to want to.
differences way understood
Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.
pages stories written
But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.
summer real sight
But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.
trying looks alternatives
Failing sucks. But it's better than the alternative." "Which is?" "Not even trying." Now he did look at me, straight on. "Life's short, you know?
waiting sound kind
It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.