Test of Luck
April 2, 2011: Southwest flight 812, carrying 118 passengers from Phoenix to Sacramento, was at 36,000 feet in altitude when a five-foot long tear opened in the roof of the cabin.
April 2, 2011: Southwest flight 812, carrying 118 passengers from Phoenix to Sacramento, was at 36,000 feet in altitude when a five-foot long tear opened in the roof of the cabin.
This is what it’s come down to. Weeks of practice and workouts, weeks of physically breaking the boundaries of emotional stamina, weeks of building up to what can only be described as a true athlete. It’s all gone toward this moment.
My grandmother—caring and selfless. My father—logical and supportive. My mother—strong and opinionated. These are the people that surrounded me at the grave site of my grandfather’s funeral. We reflected on the life of my grandfather—stubborn, yet warm-hearted, always there for that extra nudge.
I was bawling. My dad was yelling at me: the canyon-like enclosure of the Sierra mountains amplified his voice to a terrible roar. I pulled my knitted purple cap over my ears
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