thinnmann
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Do you guys ever stop and help people you don't know?
A friend of mine is posting on Facebook from her ski trip at Mt. Tremblant today. She writes, in part:
I think it was great that she stopped to help the kid. I often help people when they lose skis or poles uphill from where they fell. But from now on I am going to really think twice about helping people.
I stopped to help a little girl last week at Belleayre, that fell and seemed like she couldn't get up or get her ski on. Or so I thought. See, her mom had also fallen, and was down the hill on Dot Nebel another 40 yards or so. The mom was out of her skis, trying to tell the little girl to take her skis off and slide down to her. I tried to say she was safer and would have better control with the skis on, and was going to help her up - it wasn't even that steep on this section of the run, a little lower than Tomahawk midstation. But mom had her push her ski down to her - which she missed as it slid past her - and kept yelling at the girl to take the other one off... stupid stupid people. Moreover, the woman didn't even attempt to come up to help the kid - she could have easily walked up the hill herself. A ski patroller actually skied over and stopped to ask if everyone was all right. The mom said yes, and the patroller was immediately out of there.
By now I wasted minutes of skiing and my own daughter was getting impatient. I just skied away and said, "OK, have fun!
A friend of mine is posting on Facebook from her ski trip at Mt. Tremblant today. She writes, in part:
I saw this boy, about 10 years old, sitting in the middle of the run just crying and crying. Everybody was zooming by him, and he just sat and cried. So I went to see if he was ok. Turns out, he was skiing with his brother, and his brother left him behind. This kid had no idea where his brother was and was on the middle of the slope with no way to contact his family. His brother had a cell, but he didn't know the cell number. His mother had a cell, but the boy didn't have one on him. My cell didn't seem to be working. So, I escorted him down the mountain and helped him find his family. It was a nice feeling knowing that I could help. Didn't expect to go skiing and help rescue a boy off the mountain! (Ok, it wasn't really a "rescue," but I DID help him out!)
Let's hope that's the only incident for the rest of the week. Kind of sad that I was the only person to stop and check on him. Once we caught up with his teenage brother, I did give them a tip (or rather, a polite lecture) about establishing a meeting point in case anybody gets separated in the future.
Let's hope that's the only incident for the rest of the week. Kind of sad that I was the only person to stop and check on him. Once we caught up with his teenage brother, I did give them a tip (or rather, a polite lecture) about establishing a meeting point in case anybody gets separated in the future.
I think it was great that she stopped to help the kid. I often help people when they lose skis or poles uphill from where they fell. But from now on I am going to really think twice about helping people.
I stopped to help a little girl last week at Belleayre, that fell and seemed like she couldn't get up or get her ski on. Or so I thought. See, her mom had also fallen, and was down the hill on Dot Nebel another 40 yards or so. The mom was out of her skis, trying to tell the little girl to take her skis off and slide down to her. I tried to say she was safer and would have better control with the skis on, and was going to help her up - it wasn't even that steep on this section of the run, a little lower than Tomahawk midstation. But mom had her push her ski down to her - which she missed as it slid past her - and kept yelling at the girl to take the other one off... stupid stupid people. Moreover, the woman didn't even attempt to come up to help the kid - she could have easily walked up the hill herself. A ski patroller actually skied over and stopped to ask if everyone was all right. The mom said yes, and the patroller was immediately out of there.
By now I wasted minutes of skiing and my own daughter was getting impatient. I just skied away and said, "OK, have fun!
