“20 years ago, Steven Millward tragically broke his neck falling off a rodeo horse; now, he must call upon his friend, veteran horse whisperer Grant Golliher, to gentle the new colts about to enter his herd. Through Grant’s compassion and dedication to the horses, Steven becomes inspired to live his dreams of riding once again.”
Tag: accident
T.G.I.F.: My head, my eyes now, I have a little pain.
Last Wednesday, this Man is walking down a Brooklyn street as two snow plows pass by. The action is recorded on an auto dealer’s security camera. “Pedro, who was looking at his feet as he walked along the snow-covered sidewalk, says he had no idea the wave of slush was headed his way.” The force of the snow also broke the window of the dealer.
“Then, ‘Oh, I’m on the floor,’” he recalled at the dealership Tuesday. “My head, my eyes now, I have a little pain.”
Following the brutal knockdown seen half a million times on the Internet, Pedro says, “I wake up and just go home.”
Pedro said he hadn’t heard from the city — and may file suit after the smack down. The unleashing of an avalanche of snow on an unsuspecting pedestrian is “not safe,” Pedro said. “It’s a problem.”
Source: NY Daily News
Let’s pretend
Let’s say that you are driving this semi-trailer truck.
Let’s say you are hauling 25,000 pounds – a full load.
Let’s say it’s a snow covered road in Ontario, Canada.
Let’s say you are rounding the corner on a two-lane highway.
And let’s say that you see two sets of headlights coming at you
– – One from a Snow Plow
– – The other a fully loaded semi passing the Snow Plow on a double, solid yellow line…
I need to read…
It happened in a blink of an eye. More than 25 years ago. My collegiate hockey career, for what it was, was long behind me. This was a pick-up game. A lazy Saturday afternoon. I should have been watching the Michigan Wolverines on the tube. Yet, if you know a hockey player, you can’t take the game out of the player. (If one could only roll the tape back and bend the story a wee bit.)
It begins and ends with coolness – Real Men don’t wear face masks. Right.
I could hear the defender chasing me from behind – his skate blades cutting the ice. (Swoosh right. Swoosh left. Swoosh right. Swoosh left. All moving in slow motion now.) He was closing in.
I went down. Fellow player, Doc Lovell, bent over and said “Lay still Dave.” I shouted back: “WIPE THE SWEAT FROM MY EYES, DOC.”