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The first day of the rest of my life

It was my birthday and my friend wanted to ride. My son had bought me a helmet for mothers days since I made him wear one he wanted me to be safe. Well anyway when we were getting ready I didn't want to wear my helmet but didn't want to hurt my sons feelings so I wore it.

Thank god I did if I hadn't I wouldn't be here to write this. I was bucked off a short distance from my house. I fell and dislocated my elbow and hit my head so hard on the ground I cracked my helmet at my right temple. I had a slight concussion and still suffer short term memory stuff but am alive and that is all that matters. The doctor told me when I left the ER that I needed to go home and kiss my son and thank him for saving my life. I never ride without a helmet again.

  • February 20, 2012