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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!  

No buck, no bite…

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-old 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.  

My joy was quickly replaced with a sick feeling…

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.  

At the time, 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!

After 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!)

Then, 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.

A Time To Think and Reflect…

We refer to this experience as “my accident”.  Before the “accident” I was deciding between doing a blog and having a horse.  I chose a horse, and then I quickly changed my mind!  

While I was recovering, and 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.  However, 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.

Never ride a horse named TASHA!

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!

~Amy