Post by jenm on Jan 9, 2009 1:02:41 GMT -5
So amazing how many Angels really exist...
Thursday, January 8th... The kid said he was 16, but looked 13. He also said his gelding has excellent manners, but not really. At least five minutes to get the bridle over his ears. And as his saddle was cinched the gelding danced in circles like a race horse.
Still, it was easy to see how much this kid loved his gelding. Mom stayed inside the house, too upset to come out. Cold and foggy. Lots of mud. The kid kept calling me Mr. Joe. Most people just say Joe. Or hey you. Or dude. There was a girl in Vacaville who asked is it okay to call you Bells, but that is a whole other story and I need to stay on track. Hot coffee from Peets has yet to kick in.
Not a pretty sight, watching a kid lose his horse. Mom had phoned a few days earlier saying they are in foreclosure. She charged five bales of alfalfa and a bag of Equine Senior on her credit card, but now the food is almost gone. The horse needs a new place to live, and could I please hurry?
The gelding is a bay thoroughbred with a big white blaze. He has a racing tattoo. Apparently the gelding has had many owners. In 2007 mom and kid found the gelding for free on craigslist. The kid has taken him to schooling shows, and also on trails. The gelding can become nervous. He is not a fan of crowds.
The kid asked would I like to see the inside of his stall? Sure. So incredibly clean. Perhaps the cleanest stall I have ever seen. A silver water bucket glistened. Any hospital would be proud.
I told the kid how this works. I send out e-mails to folks who might be interested. It could take a day, it could take several months. The kid said it has to be soon. He and his mom must rent an apartment.
There is something about this kid. Hopeful, yet sad. Confident, yet lost.
Yesterday morning a friend of Tbfriends delivered hay and grain to the kid and his gelding. Also a bag of apple treats. Also a bag of carrots from Costco.
One of my rules is never write about religion or politics on my morning journal. Religion and politics are personal. Besides, who cares what I think?
But I am a big believer in prayer. Always have been. Prayer brings confidence. Confidence brings results.
It was less than 24 hours before the results appeared. A reply to one of my many e-mails. A family in a town not far from the kid and his gelding. The family says sure, the gelding is welcome to stay with them. The kid can visit his horse any time he wants. Tbfriends will provide hay and grain. Jodi Tuft will provide free transportation. A farrier who wishes to remain nameless will provide lifetime free trims. A veternarian who wishes to remain nameless will provide lifetime free vaccinations.
And another friend of Tbfriends has a gift card to Costco for mom and kid. When they move into their apartment groceries will not be a concern. They can go crazy inside Costco. $300.00 to spend.
I very much wish every kid who is losing their horse could have these results. How cool would that be?
Joe
Thursday, January 8th... The kid said he was 16, but looked 13. He also said his gelding has excellent manners, but not really. At least five minutes to get the bridle over his ears. And as his saddle was cinched the gelding danced in circles like a race horse.
Still, it was easy to see how much this kid loved his gelding. Mom stayed inside the house, too upset to come out. Cold and foggy. Lots of mud. The kid kept calling me Mr. Joe. Most people just say Joe. Or hey you. Or dude. There was a girl in Vacaville who asked is it okay to call you Bells, but that is a whole other story and I need to stay on track. Hot coffee from Peets has yet to kick in.
Not a pretty sight, watching a kid lose his horse. Mom had phoned a few days earlier saying they are in foreclosure. She charged five bales of alfalfa and a bag of Equine Senior on her credit card, but now the food is almost gone. The horse needs a new place to live, and could I please hurry?
The gelding is a bay thoroughbred with a big white blaze. He has a racing tattoo. Apparently the gelding has had many owners. In 2007 mom and kid found the gelding for free on craigslist. The kid has taken him to schooling shows, and also on trails. The gelding can become nervous. He is not a fan of crowds.
The kid asked would I like to see the inside of his stall? Sure. So incredibly clean. Perhaps the cleanest stall I have ever seen. A silver water bucket glistened. Any hospital would be proud.
I told the kid how this works. I send out e-mails to folks who might be interested. It could take a day, it could take several months. The kid said it has to be soon. He and his mom must rent an apartment.
There is something about this kid. Hopeful, yet sad. Confident, yet lost.
Yesterday morning a friend of Tbfriends delivered hay and grain to the kid and his gelding. Also a bag of apple treats. Also a bag of carrots from Costco.
One of my rules is never write about religion or politics on my morning journal. Religion and politics are personal. Besides, who cares what I think?
But I am a big believer in prayer. Always have been. Prayer brings confidence. Confidence brings results.
It was less than 24 hours before the results appeared. A reply to one of my many e-mails. A family in a town not far from the kid and his gelding. The family says sure, the gelding is welcome to stay with them. The kid can visit his horse any time he wants. Tbfriends will provide hay and grain. Jodi Tuft will provide free transportation. A farrier who wishes to remain nameless will provide lifetime free trims. A veternarian who wishes to remain nameless will provide lifetime free vaccinations.
And another friend of Tbfriends has a gift card to Costco for mom and kid. When they move into their apartment groceries will not be a concern. They can go crazy inside Costco. $300.00 to spend.
I very much wish every kid who is losing their horse could have these results. How cool would that be?
Joe
