Lars sto ved foten av Holmenkollen.

Lars stood at the foot of Holmenkollen.

Den store bakken ruvet over ham, et symbol på både drøm og frykt.

The large slope loomed over him, a symbol of both dreams and fears.

Den kalde luften stakk i kinnene hans, og dypt inne i hans indre, klemte en usynlig hånd om hjertet hans.

The cold air stung his cheeks, and deep inside him, an invisible hand gripped his heart.

Dette var dagen han hadde ventet på.

This was the day he had been waiting for.

Lars var en ung og lovende skihopper.

Lars was a young and promising ski jumper.

Alle sa det.

Everyone said so.

"Lars, du er talentfull," sa treneren hans.

"Lars, you are talented," his coach said.

"Du kommer til å bli den neste store hopperen fra Norge!

"You're going to be the next big jumper from Norway!"

" Men Lars følte seg ofte liten mot denne store forventningen.

But Lars often felt small against this great expectation.

Alle heiet på ham, bortsett fra hans egne nerver.

Everyone cheered for him, except for his own nerves.

Han husket fallet.

He remembered the fall.

Den fryktelige følelsen av å miste kontrollen.

The terrible feeling of losing control.

Han hadde lagt seg flat mot snøen.

He had laid flat against the snow.

Det var for to måneder siden, men fortsatt levde det i tankene hans som om det var i går.

It was two months ago, but it still lived in his mind as if it were yesterday.

Var han virkelig klar for dette?

Was he really ready for this?

Til høyre for ham sto Kari og Erik.

To his right stood Kari and Erik.

De var hans beste venner, men også rivaler.

They were his best friends, but also rivals.

De ga ham et oppmuntrende nikk.

They gave him an encouraging nod.

Deres selvtillit var smittsom, men det var opp til Lars å overvinne sin egen frykt.

Their confidence was contagious, but it was up to Lars to conquer his own fear.

Han kjente på vekten av egne ambisjoner, ensomheten i å måtte ta spranget på egenhånd.

He felt the weight of his ambitions, the loneliness of having to take the leap on his own.

Lars klatret opp trappen til toppen av bakken.

Lars climbed the stairs to the top of the slope.

Hjertet hamret hardt.

His heart pounded hard.

Fra her oppe så verden annerledes ut.

From up here, the world looked different.

Det var som å stå på kanten av verden.

It was like standing on the edge of the world.

Han lukket øynene og trakk pusten dypt.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Tenk på alt du har trent for," hørte han trenerens stemme inni seg.

"Think of everything you've trained for," he heard his coach's voice inside him.

"Tro på deg selv.

"Believe in yourself."

" Men stemmen av tvil var aldri langt unna.

But the voice of doubt was never far away.

Hva om han falt igjen?

What if he fell again?

Hva om han aldri ble den store skihopperen alle forventet?

What if he never became the great ski jumper everyone expected?

Lars åpnet øynene.

Lars opened his eyes.

Han sto på startstreken, i møte med frykten.

He stood at the starting line, facing his fear.

Kari og Erik heiet fra sidelinjen, ropet deres bar over den kjølige vinterluften.

Kari and Erik cheered from the sidelines, their shouts carried over the chilly winter air.

Men det var stillheten innen ham som betydde mest.

But it was the silence within him that mattered most.

Et stille øyeblikk hvor alt ble klart.

A quiet moment where everything became clear.

Han visste hva han måtte gjøre.

He knew what he had to do.

Med en besluttsomhet han ikke visste bodde i ham, dyttet han fra.

With a determination he didn't know resided within him, he pushed off.

Hans ski gled over kanten, og plutselig fløy han.

His skis glided over the edge, and suddenly he was flying.

Føttene presset mot snøen, kroppen føltes lett som luft.

Feet pressed against the snow, his body felt as light as air.

Verden ble stille.

The world became quiet.

Der var ikke noe annet.

There was nothing else.

Bare ham og vinden.

Just him and the wind.

Han landet perfekt, et blendende snøsprut bak ham.

He landed perfectly, a brilliant spray of snow behind him.

Publikum brast ut i jubel, og Kari og Erik var de første til å komme løpende mot ham.

The crowd burst into cheers, and Kari and Erik were the first to come running towards him.

Lars smilte, et ekte smil som kom innenfra.

Lars smiled, a genuine smile that came from within.

Ikke bare hadde han vunnet konkurransen, men noe enda viktigere.

Not only had he won the competition, but something even more important.

Lars hadde overvunnet frykten sin.

Lars had overcome his fear.

Han visste at denne dagen ville være et vendepunkt.

He knew this day would be a turning point.

Fra denne dagen, utforsket han sitt fulle potensial.

From this day, he explored his full potential.

Ikke som et resultat av hva andre forventet, men fordi han nå visste at han kunne stole på seg selv.

Not as a result of what others expected, but because he now knew he could trust himself.

Holmenkollen solgte med stolthet - stedet hvor Lars fant både seier og seg selv.

Holmenkollen stood proudly – the place where Lars found both victory and himself.