For many months, Xuân wanted to drop in from the eight-foot ramp at Wakefield. Every time he stepped on the coping with his scooter, he backed down. He didn’t want to bust his chin for the third times. He kept asking me if he should do it. I told him that I had no doubt that he could do it, but I didn’t want to put the pressure on him.
My issue was that I couldn’t get myself on the ramp to see how steep the ramp was until a couple of days ago. When he saw me dropping in with my aggressive skates, he was motivated to do the same on his scooter. We talked some more and I assured him that he shouldn’t have too feel any pressure. He could do it when he was ready. As a father, I was conflicted. I wanted him to go for it, but I also didn’t want him to get hurt.
Even though I assured him that he shouldn’t do it until he was ready, he said he was ready. As he stood on the ramp, I prayed my mother to keep him safe. I didn’t want to spend another night in emergency room while my wife was out of town. He went for it and aced it. I could see the joy on his face as he overcame his fear.
Why the hell are we getting into this aggressive sport? It has to be the thrill of overcoming our fear.