02-13-2013, 02:10 PM
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If someone shows no respect for someone who wears a helmet, I highly doubt they are a very respectful person in general about anything. Period. Just one of those people.
Whoever this person is, I wouldn't hang out with them or be around them.
It doesn't happen very often, but I do get a "comment" every so often about my choice of wearing a helmet. For the most part, I just ignore them. But, if I did have someone in my group who rags on people about wearing helmets, you can bet I am not going to be very nice to that person and will find something to point fingers at THEM for.
Of course, actions always speak louder than words. Love it when I go into that arena and blow the competition away in barrel racing, or gaming ...... while being the only one sporting a helmet. That shuts people up in a hurry.
I do agree that showing this rude person pictures or telling them stories will probably NOT change their opinion of helmets, if they are already so ignorant of personal respect. So don't waste your time on them.
As far as my personal story with helmets, I don't have any pictures to show. My grandma bought all of the grandkids helmets when I was about 6 or 7 years old. I am going to be 27 in a few months. I have always ridden with my helmet. Sure, when I was younger, I whined about it and hated it. But now, I wouldn't imagine getting on a horse without one.
I think it was 3 or 4 summers ago, I was riding a 3-yr-old mare that I was training. She was one my favorites I ever trained. Just the sweetest thing and so pleasant to ride and be around. One evening we were loping easy circles, and I vaguely remember she was stiff to the left. She I was bumping her with my reins and legs to bend him a bit more. The next thing I remember, I am walking home on the gravel road, holding my arm that hurt.
It was just about getting dark outside by the time I walked the 1/2 mile home cross-country. I find my mare eating grass in the ditch next to the other horses, with the reins broke off. My mom comes and asks me, "What happened?" I said I didn't know. She took my horse from me and I went and sat in the house. It took me a good 30 minutes to come back 100% to the world, as I was pretty out of it.
The best we can piece together, she tripped over her own feet and rolled completely over me. Made sense since there was dirt on my saddle horn and cantle, and my right arm hurt, and my left leg hurt. I felt fine the rest of the night, and went to bed (after consulting with my uncle, who is a doctor) and my mom woke me up every 2 hours to make sure I could answer a simple question.
Well the next morning wasn't so great. I couldn't stand for more than 30 seconds without being dizzy and nauseated. We went to the ER and I had a CT scan done. There was no physical brain damage, but I had a nasty Grade 3 Concussion. (To which the stupid doctor lectured me for 30 minutes that if I was a football player, he'd tell me not to play football for 6 weeks, therefore I shouldn't ride my horse for 6 weeks. No connection whatsoever.)
I had my helmet on during the incident.
I can't imagine the damage that would have happened if I wasn't wearing it. Over a freak accident of my horse tripping.
That's certainly enough to make me strap on a helmet all the time.