To have a horse in your life is a gift. In the matter of a few short  
years, a horse can teach a young girl courage, if she chooses to grab  
mane and hang on for dear life. Even the smallest of ponies is  
mightier than the tallest of girls. To conquer the fear of falling  
off, having one's toes crushed, or being publicly humiliated at a  
horse show is an admirable feat for any child. For that, we can be  

Horses teach us responsibility. Unlike a bicycle or a computer, a  
horse needs regular care and most of it requires that you get dirty  
and smelly and up off the couch. Choosing to leave your cozy kitchen  
to break the crust of ice off the water buckets is to choose  
responsibility. When our horses dip their noses and drink heartily; we  
know we've made the right choice.

Learning to care for a horse is both an art and a science. Some are  
easy keepers, requiring little more than regular turn-out, a flake of  
hay, and a trough of clean water. Others will test you - you'll  
struggle to keep them from being too fat or too thin. You'll have  
their feet shod regularly only to find shoes gone missing. Some are so  
accident-prone you'll swear they're intentionally finding new ways to  
injure themselves.

If you weren't raised with horses, you can't know that they have  
unique personalities. You'd expect this from dogs, but horses? Indeed,  
there are clever horses, grumpy horses, and even horses with a sense  
of humor. Those prone to humor will test you by finding new ways to  
escape from the barn when you least expect it.

Horses can be timid or brave, lazy or athletic, obstinate or willing.  
You will hit it off with some horses and others will elude you  
altogether. There are as many "types" of horses as there are people-  
which makes the whole partnership thing all the more interesting.

If you've never ridden a horse, you probably assume it's a simple  
thing you can learn in a weekend. You can, in fact, learn the basics  
on a Sunday, but to truly ride well takes a lifetime. Working with a  
living being is far more complex than turning a key in the ignition  
and putting the car or tractor in "drive."

In addition to listening to your instructor, your horse will have a  
few things to say to you as well. On a good day, he'll be happy to go  
along with the program and tolerate your mistakes; on a bad day,  
you'll swear he's trying to kill you. Perhaps he's naughty or perhaps  
he' fed up with how slowly you're learning his language. Regardless,  
the horse will have an opinion. He may choose to challenge you (which  
can ultimately make you a better rider) or he may carefully carry you  
over fences - if it suits him. It all depends on the partnership - and  
partnership is what it's all about.

If you face your fears, swallow your pride, and are willing to work at  
it, you'll learn lessons in courage, commitment, and compassion in  
addition to basic survival skills. You'll discover just how hard  
you're willing to work toward a goal, how little you know, and how  
much you have to learn.

And, while some people think the horse "does all the work", you 'll be  
challenged physically as well as mentally. Your horse may humble you  
completely. Or, you may find that sitting on his back is the closest  
you'll get to heaven.

You can choose to intimidate your horse, but do you really want to?  
The results may come more quickly, but will your work ever be as  
graceful as that gained through trust? The best partners choose to  
listen, as well as to tell. When it works, we experience a sweet sense  
of accomplishment brought about by smarts, hard work, and mutual  
understanding between horse and rider. These are the days when you  
know with absolute certainty that your horse is enjoying his work.

If we make it to adulthood with horses still in our lives, most of us  
have to squeeze riding into our over saturated schedules; balancing  
our need for things equine with those of our households and employers.  
There is never enough time to ride, or to ride as well as we'd like.  
Hours in the barn are stolen pleasures.

If it is in your blood to love horses, you share your life with them.  
Our horses know our secrets; we braid our tears into their manes and  
whisper our hopes into their ears. A barn is a sanctuary in an  
unsettled world, a sheltered place where life's true priorities are  
clear: a warm place to sleep, someone who loves us, and the luxury of  
regular meals. Some of us need these reminders.

When you step back, it's not just about horses - it's about love,  
life, and learning. On any given day, a friend is celebrating the  
birth of a foal, a blue ribbon, or recovery from an illness. That same  
day, there is also loss: a broken limb, a case of colic, a decision to  
sustain a life or end it gently. As horse people, we share the  
accelerated life cycle of horses: the hurried rush of life, love,  
loss, and death that caring for these animals brings us. When our  
partners pass, it is more than a moment of sorrow.

We mark our loss with words of gratitude for the ways our lives have  
been blessed. Our memories are of joy, awe, and wonder. Absolute  
union. We honor our horses for their brave hearts, courage, and  
willingness to give.

To those outside our circle, it must seem strange. To see us in our  
muddy boots, who would guess such poetry lives in our hearts? We  
celebrate our companions with praise worthy of heroes. Indeed, horses  
have the hearts of warriors and often carry us into and out of fields  
of battle.

Listen to stories of that once-in-a-lifetime horse; of journeys made  
and challenges met. The best of horses rise to the challenges we set  
before them, asking little in return.

Those who know them understand how fully a horse can hold a human  
heart. Together, we share the pain of sudden loss and the lingering  
taste of long-term illness. We shoulder the burden of deciding when or  
whether to end the life of a true companion.

In the end, we're not certain if God entrusts us to our horses or our  
horses to us. Does it matter? We're grateful God loaned us the horse  
in the first place.

Author Unknown