When I look out my window I see the rolling green hills lines with study white fences that I have grown so fond of. I tried to remember a time when I wasn't awoken by the sound of my mare's excited whinny. Quickly I made my way downstairs, put on my favorite pair of barn boots and headed out toward the barn. The nickers of the other horses grew louder as I approached, as if they knew that I was coming. I know it may seem odd to some, but I don't think I'll ever grow tired of waking up at 5 a.m. to give my horses their morning feed. One thing I have learned from this life is to never give up on something you love. Unfortunately I had to learn that the hard way.
There was a time, not too long ago where I almost gave up on these beautiful animals, when I almost gave up on everything.
Seven months ago, I didn't wake up to the nickers of my mare or to the familiar green pastures. No I woke it to the steady beeping of my own heart. I laid motionless in a hospital bed, not knowing what was going to happen to me. I wracked my brain for information but all I could remember was the loud crack of my head when it slammed in the railings of the fence as a tumbled into them. The doctor told me that I broke my neck in three places and that I was medically paralyzed so my neck could heal without any complications. My world crashed down around me when I realized I may be paralyzed for the rest of my life. I didn't know what to do.
First I blamed the horse, saying that if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be here, facing the biggest fear of my life. Hating her for spooking at nothing in a corse we had done a hundred times. Then I blamed myself for being so stupid for not realizing what exactly she had spooked at. I questioned myself as a rider and as a person. My anger boiled over, and I swore that I would never ride again.
With the passing months the mobility in my arms and legs had quickly improved, but my spirits remained low. I couldn't take the blame off of my shoulders. I hadn't returned to the barn since the accident that was nearly five months earlier. I couldn't make myself face the animal that put me in this mess.
Suddenly my doctor decided that therapeutic riding would be a good way for me to loosen my muscles again That's all it took for me to fall in love all over again. Quickly I was once surrounded by those rolling green pastures, calming nickers, and the smell of hay. For the first time since the accident, I knew that I would never again take something I love for granted again.
**So I just finished my first blog entry and I think it turned out alright. I wasn't feeling very creative tonight as I was writing it, so to me it almost seemed a bit forced. I feel as though if I was to go through the story ideas I could probably really improve on the writing.**
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