"You'll never take care of a horse," my mother said. What did she know? Of course I would take care of it!
Marriage and children would take up the next twenty years. And while I still dreamed of having a horse, there was no time or money for such a luxury. I may have stopped talking about it, but I never let it go. I was convinced my time would come.
It is a common fact that you can learn a lot from looking into a horse's eye. It will reflect everything you need to know; fear, caution, anger, anxiety and tension. It also reflects kindness and wisdom. And if you're lucky, it will reflect your soul.
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I had sixteen years with my "horse-of-a-lifetime." Sixteen years of morning feeds, evening feeds, mucking stalls, mending fences. Then there was the fox hunting, trail riding, parades, and even stage performances. You name it, we did it.
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He is gone now. There are still times when I can hear my mother say,"You'll never take care of it."
You were right, Mom. I would never take care of him.
As it turns out, he would take care of me.