Yeah, my Dad was always telling me, "son, keep your nose clean, stay out of hot water, and don't fuck up". To this very day, I've heeded his advice. I'm always picking my nose, I avoid taking baths, and I never let let her be on top.
A sample:
"In the entire three days we needed to get to the summit, we crawled on our fours, over snow and ice slopes between 65 and 70 degrees steep."
My former Waters sales rep had "hyperhydrosis" or whatever you call it. He's always wipe his hand on his pants before shaking hands, but they were still clammy. I felt for the guy. A curse for someone in sales. It didn't hinder him as he was a very talented salesman and knew his line very well.
Unless you're a gaper and you are the one who is out of control?
Also, it's a proven fact that no skier has ever run into a snowboarder. Ever.
I'm sure it's happened, but the one time I was nailed from behind, it was a snowboarder. They think that running the fall line is "in control" until some object is in front of them, at which time, they discover the truth.
My "Injury without Dignity" story happened while I was in college getting ready to take one of our club's 30 ft sloops out to race the Beer Cans Regatta. Someone let a jib halyard get loose and then pulled it up out of reach. I shinnied up the mast and retrieved it. Everyone was much impressed until I came down. I lost traction and slid down the pole until my shin bone contacted the heavy stainless steel spinnaker pole ring on the front of the mast. I lay writhing on the foredeck in agony until the pain subsided. I probably should have had the leg x-rayed but I went out and did the race instead.