I paint my nails wild colors, I rarely brush my hair, I still wear clothes I had in middle school, I'm loud, I'm peppy, I speak my mind and IDGAF.
Take it or leave it.
In the horse world, I've maintained the same general attitude towards almost anything.
Take an ratchet old, ugly, grey trail horse out of a field and turn him into an eventer? Yep. Ride in the same saddle for 12 years? Yeah I'ma do that. Not start hosing my horses' legs, for 5 min, everytime, because some people think this will cause colic? (it doesn't).Not feed my horses at the exact time everyday? (they haven't died yet) Oh the horror!
I'll take your standard silly practices and stomp all over them!
How dare I!
Perhaps the greatest debate that invokes a lot of emotion and unwarranted sticking of noses in others' business though, would be the great "To Wear A Helmet or Not to Wear a Helmet".
My LEAST favorite thing about horse people is their constant and incessant need to tell others what to do.
I cannot tell you how many times on one picture on FB or a single post on my blog, someone has commented , "Where is your helmet?"
...Probably in my barn, sitting on my shelf because its obviously not on my fucking head ya helmet nazi, thanks for commenting on my decisions and my life.
Sure, this is a law in some states. Yes, it protects your noggin when you fall. Yes, its silly to not wear one. But guess what? I'm a muthafuckin adult and if I don't want to wear a helmet, I don't have to, and I would invite everyone to have more chill, not waste their time typing out those idiotic, judgmental words on the keyboard and mind their own business.
If I choose to not wear a helmet and risk my own life for a majestic fucking picture of my black beauty in a flower field, I would like the freedom to do so please and thank you. This is America.
I'm not going to do that anymore.
And all you self-righteous, helmet preaching lecturers can step off your high horse right now. No. You did not "influence me". No you did not "convince" me of anything.
I am not a dumbass for one. I am well aware of the risks of going sans helmet. I've parted ways with horses a good amount of times to know this. I actually, in general, always wear my helmet.
But sometimes you just don't want to. Like on a super safe, dead broke gelding on a hot summers trail ride. Or out in a flower field with the calmest mare alive, with a majestic setting behind you and you want your hair blowing in the breeze.
But then I think about it...is flowing hair and a nice picture really worth it?
What if...just what if something horrible were to happen?
My come to jesus moment was last week.
Not only have I been thinking (like actually thinking) about life and how precious it is, but I read the post from Eventer79 about why she wants everyone to wear helmets. With all the hate, sadness, and loss of life going around recently, I just can't step away from the fact that life is fleeting. Why would I want to risk that precious gift for a photo?
What really sealed the deal for me was when I got a text that my beautiful best friend was in the hospital after falling from a horse she was riding.
It was a total freak accident and nothing could've seen it coming.
They were simply riding around in a field and the horse slipped on the slippery dry grass and they went tumbling. HARD.
I choked back tears reading the text explaining that she had zero memory of the accident and was being scanned for brain injuries.
I was absolutely terrified.
|I can't lose this|
Thankfully, she was okay. Very banged up with a concussion and some minor muscle strains, but all together, alive and safe.
Her helmet had to be replaced. Totally damaged.
It fucking saved her, guys. I owe it to that helmet.
It can happen. People have died falling from horses at a walk. At a standstill. Horses are unpredictable. Dangerous even (wait, so why do we do this?)
It got me thinking about my horses. Bacardi can be dangerous. This past winter I was frustrated, sure. But I tossed aside his downright dangerous behavior as a vice. He could've killed me in an instant. But he didn't, so I felt invincible. It wouldn't happen to me. Never. I always wore a helmet with him, but still, the thought applies.
And then there's Lilly. She's the calmest horse I've ever ridden. But she could fall. She could spook. Anything, and I would be dead if I decided to forego my brain bucket.
Even Yankee, the horse I trust more than any other...same thing.
We get lulled into a false sense of security with familiarity. We forget that in a split second our lives could change.
And then I see a video on Facebook of a little girl barrel racing. Shes strapped into her saddle with VELCRO. Galloping this massive horse around the barrels. With no helmet. I couldn't help but thinkg "Where are her parents and why is she not wearing a helmet??" because guess what, shes FOUR. She did not "choose" to not wear a helmet like an adult could. How dare those parents! We are educated! We KNOW riding is dangerous now! How could they choose to let their precious child ride a thousand pound animal, strap her in with velcro, and still NOT think about how a helmet could save her life. Blows my mind. Put a helmet on her, please.
Wait. Did I just become one of those people?
I also implore you all to take a hard think about your life & the people in it. They would miss the fuck out of you if you were gone. A lot of you have spouses. Children. Maybe even grandchildren.
I'm not telling anyone to do anything. I'm telling myself, enough is enough. Just think about it like I did. Is it worth it?
So I pledge. I pledge to never get on the back of a horse without a helmet, ever again.
And to all of you preachy mofo's out there, you can still fuck off--stop telling people what to do. We're all adults here. If they choose to not wear one. So be it.
I wont though.