Nothing is impossible

It was the final hour of my last day on the pistes after a week of white frenzy at a ski-skill refresher camp. Filled with optimism and confident in my abilities, I fell and banged my shoulder, only to discover that the snow on this slope was rather unlike the fluffy white powder I had imagined it to be. A similar thing once happened when I was out riding. A few years ago, with complete trust in the horse and the growing conviction that I had mastery over the animal, since I could not only trot but I was also learning to gallop, I was thrown and landed on my behind. My four-legged friend was quite large and the ground was hard. A few moments later I was back on the horse again and all I needed to do was to catch up with – or better overtake – my horse-riding partner. My almost three year old son has a similar attitude. Although I tell him to be careful, I secretly approve of his general approach to life, which involves pushing himself forward without worrying about the lack