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As I stared out at the empty pasture I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. Without turning my head I
choked through tears. "Please just leave me alone." It had been 2 months sense the lose of my first horse Brat and I still
hadn’t healed. You never fully healed but I could even stand without him. Brat was a QH gelding I owned and loved sense
I was 6. He carried me through all the rough patches of my life and taught me so much. I wasn’t surprised to see had
passed on one morning. He was old, he was 19 when I bought him and I was now 16. "Sarah you have to stop moping around the
house. You'll be starting your jr. your at high school in a month. At least try to pick yourself up. You always said brat
was your second set of legs, he kept you up. Well use your set. Its not fair to everyone else for you to become a hermit."
The hand belonged to my father, and so did his familiar voice telling me to ' suck it up' and 'live again'.
"It takes time to learn to balance when your 4 legs short." He was right and I knew it, but that didn’t
make it any easier. I turned on my heel and fled down a narrow dirt path used for trails. I would ride up this trail often,
now I couldn’t. Thinking this I quickened my pace, I didn’t stop running until my chest was on fire and my legs
where sore. Sitting down I cried out my pain in front of the woods. Half of the woods was the property of my family and the
other half was unclaimed land trodden by wild horse and other animals. In the mist of my blurred vision I could have sworn
I saw a flash of grey but when I looked it was gone. Keeping my head bent down I ran my hands across the earth, tracing the
faded hoof prints left by what was most likely my horse. When I lifted my head there was a set of large brown eyes gazing
into mine! To shocked to speak I stared. The greys figured sniffed me then nudge me gently, in my stupefied state I feel over
and the figured whinnied. It was a horse, a dapple grey horse! Having come back to earth I slowly stood up raised my hand
to stroke the horses face. There was something about this horse and I knew it wouldn’t run. What I now knew from inspection
was a mare pressed her face into my hand. A warm tingle spread through my entire body, this wasn’t just any horse and
I knew she could be mine. I had no halter nor bridal or rope. How was I to lead her? Wait was I thinking of taking her back
with me? Yes I was! I had found another set of legs. Im still 4 legs short but I stand with the help of 4 more. Horses are
a part of my life, the part that holds me together...They keep me up and don’t let me fall...
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