The Ice Hill
A few weekends ago, I spent some time playing with my two oldest children outside in the snow. The freezing rain hardened on top of the snow on the hill on the side of our house and made it into a giant ice ramp that was impossible to climb. Try as we might to reach the top, we always slipped and slid all the way down into the neighbor's yard.
We tried getting a good running start but only made it a third of the way up before we wound up in the neighbor's yard once again, laughing and out of breath. I finally discovered that I could slowly make it up the hill if I combined the running start with stomping the heal of my boot into the ice at the very instant that I felt myself slipping.
As I reflected about this some time later, I realized that it was an excellent illustration of ratzo v'shov. When I feel myself slipping backwards, I just need to dig my heels in and hold firm to the level that I am on before I attempt another ascent.