I used to work in the operating room of a busy downtown university teaching hospital. While working on patients who had been in accidents, I came to appreciate motorcycle helmets. We called them brain buckets, and there’s definitely a reason for that, the details for which I won’t go into for the squeamish reader. Awhile back when we were trying to decide on a helmet purchase for Roy, we called an experienced friend for advice. Here’s what he said “if you have a $10 brain, buy a $10 helmet”. Needless to say, we went for a sturdier, pricier model.
Now, when I see motorcycle riders wearing their helmets, I let them know how wise they are and how happy I am. The roads here are messy, bumpy, slippery, and oftentimes filled with pedestrians, goats, sheep, chickens, dogs, AND other drivers (who might be drunk – watch out!). We have a couple of motorcycle accident victims in the mission hospital right now, and I would venture to say that not a week goes by at the hospital without some similar injury.
So I say, “Hurrah for Nadege wearing her beautiful pink helmet!”
