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The Life Of My Helmet
The story of one’s helmet is not spoken, but rather through scrapes, dents, and marks from battle of the mighty river.
The Life Of My Helmet
By Logan Smith
Keeping it tight on both my temples, equal pressure presses on the back as in the front. I make sure I can see, I can
buckle my helmet easily, take it on and off. I add and remove foam, making sure the fit is just right. I envision myself at the
bottom of a massive waterfall, looking up having completed my line with confidence. The story of one’s helmet is not spoken,
but rather through scrapes, dents, and marks from battle of the mighty river.
I give my buddy the ready sign, she responds with a nod and I begin to paddle, nervously, for the hectic and loud dirty
water that descends rapidly off of a triangular house-sized rock. I approach the boiling water next to the boulder, keeping my
balance trying to sit up tall to see all that I can. A massive hole reveals itself, stretching the width of the river. I see a weak spot
on the left, and I make my move. I bring my shoulders and elbows in at the last second, taking a ferocious hit. I listen to the
violent water, pounding against my helmet. My boat flattens out with a loud thud, I shake my head to clear the water in my eyes,
and droplets fly off the visor of my helmet. Popping up next to me is a boat and a swimmer, quick actions take place, somebody
is on top of her already, and pulls her back to the nearest eddy. I look at the boat and immediately drain out as much water as I
can. I clip into the grab handle and charge to safety before the next rapid.
Just before I arrive at the eddy our leader instructs me to go to a different one. I turn and burn for the new location,
fighting hard, charging with my helmet to safety. Just as I approach the eddy – that just so happens to be above an enormous hole –
the boat I tow flips and quickly drags me downstream towards said enormous hole. I grab the safety tab on my life jacket, miss
the bright red knob, and am yanked backwards into the hole, still connected to the capsized boat. I battle to reach the boat behind
me and un-clip the carabiner. Free of the burden I fight my way out of the hole. My helmet squeezes my head, keeping me safe
and confident in everything that I do.
In situations like these my helmet inspires confidence. I look at my helmet and I see it as a part of me, a story that tells
everyone around me the life I have lived. I look at my helmet and know every memory and experience that we have shared. I
thank it for the protection it gives me, for the trauma it has saved me from and for the certainty it inspires. I look at my helmet
and I know me.
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