It could have been an easier ride if she had looked down instead of struggling to stay in the air. To look down and see the people ready to offer support, encouragement, love. Looking down was scary and would have taken a lot for the glider to do. This would have caused her to release control of the glider and allow someone else to take hold and reign in the ups and downs, the air flow, the currents. It would have taken trust and committment, something she wasn't used to. Something she had never really had before--someone else helping and encouraging, trusting and loving. Someone with only the best interest's of the glider in mind. This was something foreign to the glider and almost mistrusting. All her life the glider had been in control, all the ups and downs were hers and hers alone. To give up that regardless of how much easier and joyful the journey could be was not a pleasant thought. But all she had to do was look down and she could have flown higher.
Challenge--who are you? The glider or the one trying to help?