They did a therapeutic riding place not far from me a year or two ago. I went to the grand opening, my friend had a booth there, selling stuff, and I worked for her. The sink in the bathroom had stopped working by then. They had several other problems too.The really annoying thing was that they had built an indoor, but it was too small to do anything but walk around in. They had explained to the people that they had a wide range of clients, some who could canter even, and they gave some lessons to able-bodied people to help support the program. The indoor was useless to those people, so they were trying to raise money for a bigger indoor. Also, the fencing was crap, they only fixed the fence that was visible in the camera shots.

The house was way overdone. They showed the old house, and I got the sense the owner liked a country decor, kind of old, Victorian stuff. They gave her a huge, designery house. I don't know why they didn't do something smaller, homier and less grand for her, that she would have preferred, and put the money into the farm. She didn't complain about anything, but kind of laughed at a lot of it, like "What am I going to do in this big house?" sort of thing.

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