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Miracles. Events with astronomical odds of occurring. Like oxygen turning into gold. I’ve longed to witness such an event. Yet I neglect that in human coupling, millions upon millions of cells compete to create life, for generation after generation. Until finally your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate. But out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it is you, only you that emerged. To distill so specific a form, from all that chaos, it’s like turning air into gold. A miracle. And so I was wrong, now dry your eyes, and let’s go home.

Helmets make you feel protected; you start pushing yourself further than your abilities allow. I snowboarded for over 15 years with no lid; trees, double blacks, chutes, rock gardens, powder bowls: not one concussion. I’ve known many people who became over confident because of their helmet and ended up breaking something.
Consequences and fear are tools to be used properly.