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After a few days of blog silence…which is always good…time to report on my therapy.

First was last Tuesday. It was an awesome day. I got to ski on 11 inches of fresh powder. I got to ski with Gene. I got to introduce Gene to some great friends from Arkansas - the Sellers and the Tumlinsons. In fact, Matt Sellers was one of the original Band of Brothers. I got to catch up with Nathan and Lisa. I got to watch Matt face plant down Copper Bowl.

This is Nana Sellers - my favorite Romanian. Of course…she’s the only Romanian I know but that is besides the point. Her and Matt were watch the kids for us and I always felt bad for Nana because it was like she was watching 4 kids instead of 3. Matt - although now a doctor - is still a great big kid. I think that’s why we hit off so well so many years ago and still do.

This is Nathan and Lisa. Nathan and Lisa were Life Group interns at our church in Little Rock. They now are working with an organization in town that connects international exchange college students to American families in Little Rock. I think you can see the mission emphasis there. Great family, great leaders.

And here’s Gene in the background. I’ve got more to say about Gene later but the end of the day had us both in stitches. First, I was resting on one of our diamond runs and he sprayed me pretty good with snow. Since turn about is fairplay, I decided to get even. Only problem is I hit ice and ended up sliding, not spraying. I stopped at Gene’s feet with no snow on him whatsoever.

After skiing all the black diamonds we could handle, it was time to head home. We flew down the front side of Copper, just letting the skis run out. Gene is in front, I’m flowing close behind. Turns out, a little too close.

Gene lazily turns back into the middle of the run and coasts as if to stop. I see this happening in my mind but my legs weren’t exactly ready to respond. So I finally get my skis stopping but then I notice that Gene’s pole is kinda in the way. It’s not Gene’s fault per say but I start hollering at him “pole, pole, POLE!!!!”

Apparently Gene’s reaction time was on par with mine because I hit his pole as I’m stopping…although I’m not going extremely fast, I’m going fast enough to gently roll over on my back, knock Gene off his skis and I tumble one more time for good measure. All of this happens underneath the Super Bee lift. Lots of laughter to end a great day.