I was riding a mare that I recently rescued. She's very sensitive but had improved so much since I got her that I was feeling great about riding her in the pasture alone. Well, while I was getting on her one night she bolted, I had no chance of recovery and went down fast and hard!
My helmet cracked-but if I hadn't had my helmet on it may have been my head that cracked! My 15 year old daughter and her friend were in the house, I had my cell phone and was able to call them for help. I am thankful that they only found me slightly injured rather than what might have been without my helmet.
Helmets make sense, for us and for our families who count on us to keep on being there for them! I'm not willing to let them down just for fashion.
- June 29, 2010