First I would like to share my story. I see on here many stories of becoming injured and the frustration of horse ownership. I would like hear stories of the horses who came into our lives and some how down the road saved us.
My first horse was a grey arab mare my mother and step dad got me for christmas when I was 16. She was around 27 although we where told 16. Anyways childhood had its struggles and hurdles. Without too many details I left my dad's care at 15. He was an abuser but a good talker in the courts. I moved back to my moms. I would not say I was a bad teen but I did for a year straight drink for more than half the week. My mom did not know the full extent. She gave me my space the family doctor said do not try to push or pry. Everyone has different way of dealing it maybe wrong or it maybe right. I did stupid things I wont like. One of the major was the booze cruise weekends. I was never in trouble with the law. Well anyways Josie came into my life just when I needed it the most. I started to slow down with my late night ppartying. One friday night I was board. Debated on going to the usual meet up spot and see what the night brings. Well at 11 pm at 16 I decided spending time in barn groom Josie was a better option. I debated this for most of the evening. After grooming went to bed. I woke up next morning to calls the people I usually went with flipped the vechile 6 times. All 3 guys in intensive care the girl with them died ejected out of the moon roof. I strongly know the if Josie was not around in my life I would of been in that truck and not here today. Yes since than I no longer did that crap. Sad it took that for me to shake myself out of the road I was taking.
Second life turning horse came into my life at 20. I was in a 3 year relationship with a bullrider. He was a cheater a liar and pretty rough. I had to learn on my own. I was about to move to a different city 3 hours from home to be with him as he was apprenticing. I was going to settle on an education I fully did not want. Vet tech. Well about a month before moving date I found yet another message from a girl and I lost it. I ended it. For few weeks we played the call and text ups and downs see if it can be fixed. I had no back bone. Than a herd of appys where being sold off. That day I had enough with his games. Took the rent money I saved and went and bought me an appy. There money spent can not move. I named my appy yearling rent money. I than focused all my spare time with rent money. I no longer had time to think about my broken heart as I was training rent money an untouched yearling. Some where during those few months I built myself back up working with this yearling. I had the courage to finally tell the ex to screw off when ever he try to talk to me. I found I would ignore his games and texts and calls. He would drive by send a text saying I saw you working a horse. I just didnt respond.
Rent Money gave me my indpendence back. He trained me to stand tall and gave me my self worth back. I honestly beleive that if rent money was not in my life I would probably still be a fool dealing with the ex and not with the amazing and loving man I found a year later and still with.
I am sure there will be many more life saving and changing horses that come my way.
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