Helmet (nearly) saved my life!
As the title states, my helmet (nearly) saved my life on Friday. That's good, it's kind of why most of us wear them. However, I was NOT riding or anything related to being astride a horse!
My horse is an outdoor boarder, he loves it and my checkbook loves it too. He has two buddies that stay out with him when the rest of the herd go to their stalls. These 3 get grain, fed outside in separate buckets. Usually I ride after work and around feeding time, so BO sets the "outside boys'" grain out for me to feed when I'm done. I feed them pretty much 5x week at night.
Last Friday was no different, I came to the barn, rode and grabbed the grain as I led Goober back out. It was cold and I was lazy, so I left my helmet on instead of switching to my touk. Turned out Goober and the other 2 are at the gate/feeding area. Goober gets his first, he's the alpha of the 3 and then I feed his buddy, Banker. Now I guess I usually cross in front of Banker, between him and the feed bucket and move on to the last bucket. But for some reason, I went behind him at the same time as the last horse decides to goose Banker in the butt. Banker kicks out both hind feet at about cheek and eyebrow level, scares the living daylights outta me! This horse is usually not a kicker and pretty aware of people, but waaay too close for comfort!
So I got to thinking, what if I hadn't been 5 inches away from his iron shod feet? What if he did make contact and I hadn't been wearing my helmet? Sometimes, I'm the last one to leave the barn, what if I got knocked out? Even if someone was home(BO lives on premises), would they notice if I was KO'd in the field? Of course, I also left my cell phone in my car so even if I wasn't unconscious, but unable to move I wouldn't have been able to call anyone. I can scream/yell loudly, but the field is a bit far from the barn and indoor (where one other person was riding Friday).
Moral of the story: I think I shall keep my helmet on, keep my cell phone on me and NOT walk behind horse's during feeding time.
I know I can't live always asking "What if...?", but for the moment I'm going to relish my new found mortality.