The incline is a mile long trail that gains 2000 feet -a giant set of stairs inching its way up the side of a mountain. From where I stood the incline looked like a snake curling its way up the side of the mountain. My nerve almost deserted me; it looked impossible, how could anyone climb all those steps? At first it was easy; at 5 A.M. the summer air was still cool and it was almost peaceful to climb the beautiful trail surrounded by tall trees, boulders and wild flowers. The sun came out; the air became hotter and hotter; I was out of breath and dripping sweat. Every step I took hurt and I could see that other people were out of breath and struggling. I learned to move one step at a time, rest for a split second but to keep myself moving. There came a point where my lungs burned, I was poring sweat and my feet ached- I desperately wanted to stop, to give up right there. But I realized that there was no going back because I was too far up- there was nowhere to go but to the top. I looked back and my stomach heaved, my palms became sweaty- I had never been up so far before. I could see Colorado spread out before me; the little towns of Colorado Springs and Manitou, the mountains that surround them. I could just see the top, but I didn't change my pace- one slow step after another. My heart was pounding but I had done it - I had reached the top of the incline. When I sat down and surveyed the world in miniature below me. I realized that climbing the incline was just like life; it is hard, but moving slowly and one step at a time, I could do it. I could reach the top of any mountain.