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...
depends
There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?
basketball dad past
Hey, think fast!' I just looked at Fave as he chucked the basketball at me with possibly the worst overhand throw I'd ever seen. It landed to my far right, then bounced past me, banging against my dad's truck. 'Do you have a vision problem of something?' I asked him. 'Just keeping you on your toes,' he replied
want ifs knows
...You can't unlearn something, even if you want to. You know what you know.
tattoo girlfriend smart
It wasn't until Kiffney-Brown, when I met Jason Talbot, that I really thought I might actually have one of those boyfriend kind of stories to tell the next time I got together with my old friends. Jason was smart, good-looking, and seriously on the rebound after his girlfriend at Jackson dumped him for, in his words, 'a juvenile delinquent welder with a tattoo'.
toxic about-yourself feels
Because anyone that can make you feel that bad about yourself is toxic.
mean decent
Just because someone's pretty, doesn't mean she's decent.
real car liberty
Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious.
broken imperfect truth-about-forever
Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.
differences wish three
Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.
locks next bed
Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.
secret common spokes
This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.
stories middle
But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too.
believe mines
It hadn't even occured to me that somebody would believe mine.
real fake firsts
This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.