Personal Narrative: My Horse

Many young kids dream to own a horse, but for the majority owning a horse is too large of a responsibility and commitment for parents to handle. In my case however, my animal loving parents were eager to support my interest in horseback riding. They arranged lessons and eventually I inherited my very own hand-me-down horse from my sister. I was on that horses back every summer day and jumped on every opportunity I had to ride. As I grew older, my love for horses did not seem to fade, but the commitment grew larger and larger. My first pony turned into a much more demanding and expensive horse, and my once a year local county fair competition appearance, turned into a competition almost every weekend from early June to early September. Even though the constant preparation, competing, and responsibility were tiring at times, it could never diminish the experience that I gained from riding horses. Forming a bond and learning the art of getting a 1,200 pound, independently thinking animal to cooperate with you, are

Some people think of them as animals. Some people think of them as objects. Some people think of them as friends. Then there are the few who think of them as family. Horses have always been like family to humans, except sometimes closer. There are many benefits to owning or being around horses. They come in many different colors. There is a multitude of breeds, also. Additionally, they have a long history with humans. Horses have unique behaviors. Showing horses has been the past-time or even career of many people. Furthermore, caring for horses can be a handful, but is definitely rewarding. Finally, riding horses is not just a hobby or a sport, but an action of your heart. Horses are wondrous creatures that have lived with man or

There is a trail down the road in Delaware where I enjoy taking my dog for a walk. It is a beautiful, five-mile loop traversing cornfields, thick patches of forest, steep hills and flowing streams; a wonderful place to escape the hustle and bustle of the suburban lifestyle and spend some time amongst the peacefulness of nature. It is not a complete escape, however, for I am not the only person that knows of the trail- it seems to also be a favorite of horseback riders. Often times I will encounter a rider or two at some point during my walk and, without fail, I will be in awe of the size and majesty of the horse. What an incredible, gentle beast it is. Standing next to a horse, you cannot help but gawk at the bulging, toned muscles and long, agile legs. It is truly an athlete with a rare combination of strength and speed. Yet, they are gentle and kind and have therefore been joined at the hip with humans; today, nearly all horses have been domesticated. So I find myself

Have you ever wanted something so badly, just to be left in pure disappointment? So have I. That something was the all-around buckle in the senior horse division at the 2015 Finney County Fair. Everything was going as planned until the third to last event. All of a sudden..I guess you will just have to keep reading to find out the rest.

Have you ever been in a situation where you didn’t think you could do it? Well I have many times and I’m going to write about a time during Rodeo when I didn’t think I was going to be able to do well in goat tying.

The conference meet was upon us. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The tension between the runners soared as we lined up at the starting line. I took a few deep breaths, anticipating the gun. I had a nerve racking deep inside. Bang! The gun went off and I took off stumbling over people, shoving, fighting for space. I was breathing hard already, pushing up the first hill. There was a straight away after the hill. I was afraid to get passed, so I kept my pace with the first pack. Michael, who had tripped over the back of my shoe before the first hill, had caught back up. As the first mile came around, I heard determined coaches exclaiming our mile splits.

The HEF claims that using the HSTP as a tool to select potential teachers will reduce teacher turnover due to burnout. To be honest, I am not completely sold on the use of the HSTP as a screening tool for districts to use as part of their hiring practice. For one thing, numerous questions were so obvious it was almost comical while others needed only a little thought to figure out which answer was wanted. Additionally, like many of the students we teach, not everyone is good at taking tests. More importantly is the need to examine the effect of environment and life experience influence disposition; does a person’s disposition change over

In November 2015, I finally walked up to Keeneland for the first time in my life to finally see a live horse race. But it wasn’t just any race – it was the 2015 Breeder’s Cup Championships and American Pharaoh would go on to win the Grand Slam. It was an awesome day, meeting people from all over the country who seemed just as passionate about a sport as I was. It was that experience that led me to move to Lexington, KY two months ago with a desire to work in the Thoroughbred industry.

When I was twelve years old, I learned that horses do not like me. My friend Molly and I went to Camp Ernst the summer before seventh grade during Christmas in July week. We didn’t know anyone else there, so we got stuck in a cabin with a bunch of snobby Milford girls. Molly really wanted to do the horse camp, so I did it too because I didn’t want to be alone with the other girls. I wasn’t really into horses but Molly was so I decided to take one for the team.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

The functional limitations/medical rehabilitation model is one of the older models with a focus on rehabilitation. The main concept of the model is to fix people with disabilities because they are considered “broken” compared to the nondisabled person. This model emphasizes adapting the person with disabilities to function within the environment by improving their functional capabilities. To improve functional capabilities, the disabled person generally required much physical, vocational, and emotional adjustment throughout the process. The plan utilized in this model includes restoring the person to as much of their prior level of function as possible and assisting the person in becoming acclimated to their environment. This approach

On the spooky night of Halloween, me and my friend Lydia went to ride the Headless Horseman. We got something to eat and drove to the place. Before we rode it, I was getting anxious so me and Lydia went to do karaoke. We sung Thriller by Michael Jackson. It was really fun to sing and it got the nerves off me.

Continuous Spinal Anesthesia Versus Continuous Epidural Anesthesia in Elderly High Risk Patients Undergoing Major orthopedic Lower Limb Surgeries

The teenage boy stood there still as stone, a marble statue, his flesh had gone beyond the colour of marble, to a new ghostly tinge of white, void of colour. His eyes were the only thing expressing any emotion, and that was fear. Extreme fear, the kind where you can feel your impending death, as it stares you in the face. After moments of complete petrification the traumatised boy spoke in a shaky and terrified voice.
“W-Why are you h-here Lock, get away from me please…” he said to my boyfriend, his eyes flinching, as if his body wasn’t still petrified. Eric, my boyfriend, chuckled loudly, that real genuine laugh, the one that your dad would make which felt warm and hearty like a hug during a thunderstorm. Usually it’d lighten up a conversation,

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.