Growing up I learned from my family and experiences that being different isn’t a bad thing; it just means we each have our own special gifts and talents to offer. When we celebrate the things that make us unique, we can reach our full potential, like Vanessa Williams, one of my childhood influences did. Because it is the difference we make in life, not the differences we have, the truly set us apart.
When I began looking for another horse to train from the ground up I knew I wanted something different that I could call my own and do it all myself. The challenges and long road that it takes to turn a young horse playing in a field into a horse that can successfully do a job, I find rewarding. And, that’s where Roxy comes in.
My friend in middle school, Zach, used to live in a very big, three story house with a large wrap around porch in the back that extended the whole house length. Behind the house were woods with neighbors only on the both sides of the house. The whole back side of the house, on the same side as the porch, had nothing but huge windows and sliding glass doors. The windows extended from the living room, through the kitchen into the dining room. There were sliding glass doors in the living room and in the dining room as well. It was a perfect setting for a silent killer to watch, stalk, and kill a victim.
As a trainer, I hear riders blame the horse for not “liking” a certain lead, a particular fence, going on trail rides, or even a certain rider. There is always some convenient excuse to blame a horse for your own mistakes.
Many riders right off the bat will change bits to “fix” a problem, but how do you know if that is the best option really?
You love horses and think having a career with horses would be a dream come true, right? But you are not sure your riding skills are up to becoming a trainer. No problem. Regardless of your level of riding, the good news is there are plenty of other ways to earn a living while enjoying horses.
Children see past things that adults sometimes do not. Children see past skin color; past so many things as to what normal is because to kids normal could be anything. Children that are raised in NYC may live in an apartment on the 12th floor, only take the train to school, and carry groceries with mom for five blocks back home. To some kids that is normal, they have no idea what other normal could be out there. Some kids live in the country, and the bus picks them up at the end of their gravel driveway, while they sit in the morning waiting petting the pet cow out front in the pasture.
I remember the feeling I had when I left the Detroit airport on my way to Palm Springs. I was relocating for work; I was so excited and could not wait to leave! I had just graduated from Meredith Manor in West Virginia and had been home for a whole month. After being away for three years, doing my own thing, staying up as late as I wanted, going where I wanted, when I wanted, with whom I wanted, the last thing I wanted was to be under anyone’s rules and I was eager to leave.