True story:
“This is the gentlest one in the barn.”
My beautiful red haired sister assured me as I mounted the seemingly docile horse and prepared to pretend like I was a ranch worker and help gather up some cattle. Not long in the saddle, feeling a little confident, enjoying the scenery, “the gentlest one in the barn” decided to take me on a Wild West rodeo ride around the pasture.
I managed to hold on and not fall off long enough for my beautiful red haired sister to ride close enough to get the reins and force the raring and bucking creature to come to a stop. I jumped off and skirted out of the way and then my beautiful red haired sister took “the gentlest one in the barn” on one hell-of-a-ride.
Sometimes we enter a situation
Falsely believing we are safe
Then something happens
Life starts bucking like a wild horse
And even though
We are scared to death
We grab the saddle horn
Imagine we are fearless
Manage to hold on
Without falling off
And fate loves us for it
Sometimes we enter a situation
Knowing the risk
Facing the danger full on
We saddle-up
Ready for the bucking to start
Welcoming it
Fearless
And fate loves us for it
Fate loves the fearless
Regardless of whether
We knew
We had it in us or not
E.A. Fussell
11/01/2018