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One day my health teacher in middle school just like … didn’t show up for class. And so of course we were all “oh if he doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes we’re legally allowed to leave”, giggling about it and all the bullshit. He did eventually show up, ten minutes into the class time. He looked haggard as fuck, sweating all over, hair messed up, beaten to hell and back. We stared at him and were about to ask what in the world happened to him when he stopped in front of his desk and smacked his bicycle helmet down on it. 

My sister was doing a charity cycle, and on the last day there was awful rain. Going down a steep hill her brakes failed. I got a selfie from her missing her front teeth and she had a black eye. Before I can even lose my mind about her injuries, my dad sent me a picture of her shattered cycle helmet, the tattered ruins of her Alice in Wonderland costume and the scuffs on the shirt and cycle leggings she’d been wearing under it.

The VERY FIRST BIKE RIDE OF HIS LIFE, my four year old lost control of his bike, panicked and forgot how to use the break and flipped over his handlebars and went head first into the curb.  He got up like it was nothing, got back on his bike and finished the bike ride. 

any helmet that suffers a crash impact is almost always without any more structural support and will completely shatter into pieces if you crash on it again

I don’t have the helmet anymore to take pictures of it, but I’ve had a speeding car plow into me on my bike before. My head went through the windshield and then I got launched when they slammed the brakes. Helmet broke into four different pieces right there. With it on I got KO’d, a not too serious concussion (as far as any concussion can be not too serious), and some road rash. Got to go home that afternoon. The docs say that if I hadn’t been wearing it, I probably wouldn’t have survived.