Bloodied up and in a daze, someone who lived in the neighborhood approached me to bum a cigarette from me. Then he asked if I needed help. Ughh I needed help.. His mother-in-law put me in her car. All I could remember was that I couldn't apologize enough for bleeding out in her car. She reassured me it was okay, but I continued to apologize. She tried to take me home but I wasn't sure on how to get home. I felt like I was in some kind of drunken state. I could remember my mom's cell phone number so I gave it to her.

Long story short: WEAR A HELMET! Ever since then, I've worn one. I can't tell you how many times it's saved me. Especially when I got speared, by a tree branch, in the head while skiing. The branch pierced my helmet's hard skin. It's hard to imagine what would have happened to me if I wasn't wearing a helmet. I know most people wear helmets, but to the few that don't: they are important.

                                                                        -Bucky