Horses vs. Blogging
The fact that I am doing a blog will surprise my close friends. I am quite surprised myself, but let me tell you a little story. I grew up riding horses and I loved every minute of it! My husband and I decided that since I’m in my 40’s….I was probably running out of time to enjoy horses again so we began the process of trying to find a good kid-safe horse for our family. I scoured the ads and found a horse online advertised as, “no buck, no bite”….I’m sure you know where I am headed with this….. We went and looked at the horse and she was certainly sweet and friendly. We didn’t have a trailer with us, so we told the owner we would be back the next day and I would ride her first just to make certain she was a good fit for our family.
The next day, we took our 8 year son with us and we told him we were going to look at something with a little “horse-power.” I’m sure he thought we were buying him a motorcycle or something. We told him to stay in the truck. We met the owner who kindly saddled the horse up for us. After walking and turning her around for a minute, I jumped on. As soon as I was on her, I felt this feeling of fullness of life and joy and then after about 10 seconds, she started to hop and pitch and buck and my joy was quickly replaced with a sick feeling in my gut. I knew she didn’t want me on her, and frankly I didn’t want to be on her! All I remember thinking was “I’ve got to get off of her!” She turned and headed for the pasture and I was bucked off in a pile on the ground. The force of hitting the ground knocked the wind out of me and I was in excruciating pain. I think my sheer shock of what just happened could have almost rivaled my pain! My poor husband thought of the worst as he ran to see if I was okay. I remember thinking, I am in severe pain, but I can feel my toes, my legs and I can move my head. I could only breathe short breaths that were so painful but I was alive!
We got back to the truck to my confused son who, I think, still thought we were getting a motorcycle but couldn’t figure out why there was a silly saddled horse running around the pasture and why my husband was helping me in the truck while I was crying. (don’t you just love kids!) We went straight to the doctor and after a few hours of x-rays and waiting, I got the all clear. I was in so much pain, every breath was painful, but no broken pelvis, no broken ribs, no broken collarbone, NO Broken Bones! It was simply a miracle despite all the pain I was in.
We refer to this experience as “my accident”. Before the “accident” I was deciding between doing a blog and having a horse. I chose horse, and then I quickly changed my mind! After this experience, I had a lot of time to reflect on my life. Looking back, I knew I had these thoughts and impressions to start a blog and I just ignored them. After the accident, I was beginning to feel that I just might have something to share about life and motherhood and I owed it to my Heavenly Father to “give back”. I can’t tell you why my life was spared and others are not, I don’t have that answer. I do know that Heavenly Father has a plan for each one of us and He loves us all the same. I also know that we each are given different trials in this life for us to overcome by faith.
This horse’s name was “Tasha”, and I told my husband a day after the “accident” that they were pronouncing her name wrong….it was really “Tossh-Ya!”
So that, my friends, is why I got “tossed” into the blogging world and why you should NEVER ride a horse named “Tasha!” ☺
Have a great day!