I’d like to share a story with you about an adolescent and a horse. It was about seven years ago at my sons doctor appointment.
“Do you work with the horses too?” the doctor asked.
“I had my own horse once, when I was 10. I got up early to go out and ride him all by myself. I was so excited! But when I got to the pasture, he was down, and didn’t move. He was already gone. Lucky wasn’t very lucky.” Rylan solemnly replied.
“That must have been very hard for you,” His doctor responded with care, “did you ever ride again?”
“Oh yeah, I rode Saphira, but it wasn’t the same.”
Hearing their conversation I felt stunned in the moment, and a tingling buzzed momentarily in my head. That was the first time I had heard of my son’s experience with his horse. He had never told me that he’d gone out earlier than I had, that fall...