That video is gorgeous! I got choked up watching it--so proud of you!
My story is kind of long, but I'll try to make it short. In my life, I had been broken in every way. My husband of 21 years had left me for a girl young enough to be our daughter. My mentally unstable boss decided to harass me to the point of trying to get me fired, and I ruptured a disc in my back so that the doctors insisted I needed back surgery. It was a ghastly time for me.
For years I had been performing joust shows at the Maryland Renaissance Festival, and I postponed the surgery until after the festival. Every festival day, before the jousts, we jousters participated in games on horseback for the audience. I was never very good at the games, which was always disappointing to the crowds who wanted me, the only girl, to win. I usually didn't, in fact, I often did rather poorly.
On this one special day, my friends with Fresians brought their horses to participate in the games, and the head jouster put us in teams for the performance. The crowd was extra large and extra fired up because of the Fresians.
It was a great day for me, and I was delighted to get a perfect score when it was my time to perform. My jousting partner, who usually did really well in the games, was only so so that day. At the end of the games, the two teams were tied.
Since I was the only one with a perfect score, the joust master (who also had a perfect score) asked me would I do the ride-off, or choose someone else from my team to do the ride-off. What a decision! I knew my joust partner was more skilled than I was, but I was having a good day, and he was not. I took a chance and chose myself.
We had to do the ride-off with the blunt end of the lance, which is very difficult. I had to spear 3 rings in succession, bump an apple off a post, and then spear a very small ring. The joust master went first and MISSED ONE! Then it was my turn. Could I do it? Should I have chosen someone more skilled? The crowd was SCREAMING, they were so pumped.
I headed my horse down the list, aiming for those rings with the big thick part of the lance. I got all 3! I got the apple! I got the tiny ring! Another perfect score! My team won! Everyone was cheering and yelling for me.
My life was a complete shambles, physically, emotionally, professionally, but I took a chance on myself and won!