A few years back, someone sent me their 5 year old, newly imported Irish Sporthorse to train. The day after he got here, I was at another farm, across a busy road from home, on a horse. It was evening in the fall. During deer season. I saw a grey horse go running down the road, and assumed it was hubby's horse, since it came from that direction. I thought to myself ( as I went after the horse) "Who else in that direction has a grey...........OH! I do!!" Yeah, it was the very fancy, very expensive horse with whom I had just been entrusted. I followed him for a bit (hubby had shown up in his truck already, with a bucket of grain. A neighbor had seen him jump out and had called him), then lost him. It was getting dark and I was getting frantic.

I had gone back and gotten my car by this time. Well, I sat there and thought "If I were that horse, I would be looking for company. Who in that direction has a lot of horses? OH! Karen D always has a ton of horses and a bunch turned out." I pulled in Karen's driveway, and she came out to meet me, with a big smile saying "Have you lost a big, grey horse?" I hugged her. She said she thought her dreams had come true when she saw him! She's known for having a thing for big, grey horses.

It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

Theodore Roosevelt