Thursday, July 28, 2011

It's Horse Day!

I'm not sure why, but each person I have told that I had hit a horse with my car always reminds me about it. Perhaps this is because not too many people have done such a feat, but whatever the case may be it was three years ago today that I hit that horse.

The event is still with me as without a doubt it was the scariest quarter second of my life. Sure, I had racing crashes, and one where I had full break failure into a hairpin, but I still felt as if I had some element of control whereas with the horse it was instant.

I'm thankful that I am able to laugh about it because that has helped. If I were unable to laugh about it I could easily become enveloped in the emotions of that split second when I saw the horse. I'm also thankful, maybe, that those around me have such a defined sense of humor about the incident. Case in point, two weeks ago at the SKUSA race in Grand Junction there was an overpass with an elaborate mural. What was on this mural? Horses! So, on the same night I learned what a Chinese fire drill is, we stopped under this overpass and the group suggested I get out to get my photo taken with the horses.  So, with some creative photo angles they took the photo now known as, "Horse's revenge" as it does look like that horse is about to take a bite out of my head.

All kidding aside, today is a day that I even more thankful that I am still here. That incident was very close to being very bad. I struggled after the crash wondering 1. Why it happened to me? and 2. Why did I survive?

It took several months before I came back to normal, but a brush with a horse like that is something that hangs around a person for a long time, perhaps forever. Maybe it's a good thing though because I have not taken a day for granted since.

Eventually, when my 2nd book is released, this event plays a huge role in a series of events and you'll get a much clearer picture of what the event did to me. Now though, on this the 3rd anniversary of horse day, I'm grateful for each day that has passed since, and I'm also thankful that I've had no more run-ins with horses. And trust me, I want to keep it that way because when driving comes up in presentations, and I mention I hit a horse, each time I am asked, "Did the horse live?" And when I respond with ,"no" I see several heads stare at me with a slight shake of the head. It isn't like I left my mom's house three years ago intent on hitting that horse. Some people though will always call me the, "Man who killed Mr. Ed." That used to bother me, but now when I hear that, and anytime I see a horse, I just thank about how great it is to be alive and it just furthers my passion for autism awareness because the words of the ambulance driver, after seeing my car three years ago, still rings in my head as he spoke to the police officer, "Okay, where's the body?" He was referring to me thinking that I should be dead, but obviously I was/am still not. I was blessed to survive and I'm going to make the most of it!


  1. Your mom is glad you are still here too. No more horses.

  2. I bet we're all glad you're still here! Also, I think you answered yourself as to why that happened to you. So you'd appreciate each and every day. :)

  3. Hi Aaron
    I came here via Auntie Marlynn...wonderful blog you have here. I am hoping you might be able to give me some insight as to why my brother continues to hide the dog and cat toys in our home. Didn't see an email where I can contact you so leaving the message here. I worked with a student for 5 years (I was his para pro) that had Aspergers and I think it is wonderful that you have written a book on it!