Just do it
Jason is quitting half way down and he's about to walk with his skis off. The guide and his mates urge him to do otherwise to no avail. He's exhausted.
I sidle over and chide him, "You're not going to go home and have to tell people an Aussie beat you down the slope. Don't be slack, get off your bum and put them on again."
I'm as surprised as anyone when my motivational talk succeeds.
As we continue we pass between two trees and I instinctively put my right hand out to one in the hope that it will bend. Surprisingly its half metre trunk fails to yield. I now have matching sprained thumbs (see my Malveno pages).
At the roadway 40 minutes later he thanks me profusely and we have our photo taken together. It's a warm moment in an otherwise cold day.