"You see these white strands of hair on my head?" her coach asked, pinching a lock of greying hair. "Well, they were dark a moment ago, before you let go of the bar! You told me you were so confident tonight, that you could do the flyaway in your sleep!"
Her coach was fuming. They had drilled the flyaway and done all the proer preparation work. She could do it and do it well...if only she believed in herself. But whenever it came time to actually do the skill by herself, her confidence always faltered.
She went home utterly dejected. That night when she went to bed,