When positivity masks pain, it can come at a heavy price
I stood on top of the mountain, the overpriced, yellow souvenir sunglasses I’d bought to protect my eyes from the sun sliding off my nose, and looked down as people got in their cars and zoomed down.
Then it was our turn.
I got in, pressed on the pedal, and haltingly inched along the track. I was petrified.
My brother, riding in the car behind me, felt responsible to make sure I didn’t hold up everyone on the track, and kept yelling, “Chani, go, go!” With no choice, I went.
There I was, going faster than my comfort level dictated, when the track simply became vertical. The only way out is through, I told myself, my heart in my stomach.
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