If you know someone who has suffered a traumatic or fatal brain injury while biking, I’m certain the words “wear your helmet” strikes a chord.
If you know someone who has suffered a traumatic or fatal brain injury while biking, I’m certain the words “wear your helmet” strikes a chord. Where I live, bikes are a mode of transportation for a large bit of the population. It never ceases to amaze me how many riders go without helmets.
Yesterday I came across yet another accident involving a bike and car. I cringed at the sight of the backpack that lay in the middle of four lanes of traffic. I said a little prayer as the ambulance screamed away.
Back in 2008, my own friend and mentor—despite wearing a helmet—suffered a life-altering brain injury after being struck by a pick-up. For two months he lay in a coma. When he woke, his wife and 5-year old son realized that life would never be the same. Now, every time I get on my bike, I think of Paul. I wear my helmet for Paul.
Who do you wear your helmet for?
