01-22-2012, 01:09 PM
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I had an abusive mother, whose saving grace was she loved horses and so I always had them in what was otherwise a lonely, scary, confidence shaking life...
I was 12 when I lost my temper riding my gelding. I blew up, flew into a rage, and beat him and ran him ... don't know how long. I literally came to my senses crying on the ground, with a soaking, foaming gelding standing next to me, gently nudging my back... when I realized what I had done to him I cried some more, then swore that I would NEVER lose control again like that again - and was so thankful that my big beautiful boy forgave me. As I hosed him down, and walked him out, I saw how I was becoming something I didn't want to be, and promised him I would work to being a better person, and treat him with kindness, respect, and fairness from then on...
I kept my promise - I joined the Navy at 17 and got out of that environment, but I truly believe that Brion helped me be a different and better person.