Second chance

When I was 9 my dad bought me a horse which I was scared to death of. He was a spirited mix between an arabian and a paint and only green broke. My dad continued to make me ride him hoping the fear would go away but instead it only got worse.When I was 9 my dad bought me a horse which I was scared to death of. He was a spirited mix between an arabian and a paint and only green broke. My dad continued to make me ride him hoping the fear would go away but instead it only got worse.

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When I was 9 my dad bought me a horse which I was scared to death of. He was a spirited mix between an arabian and a paint and only green broke. My dad continued to make me ride him hoping the fear would go away but instead it only got worse.

The biggest love of my life, horses, had become my most feared. I was embarrased. I had had horses all of my life and was throwing all of my dreams and my future away on this horse. I was made fun of and had aquired the nickname "bail-off" because that’s what I did when I got scared. I jumped off. Until one day, while playing with some of my friends, I found a four leaf clover and was told to make a wish and throw it over my left shoulder. So I did. I wished for a new horse, one that I wasn’t scared of.

Two days later I came home to a surprise. My dad had been to the local auction and bought me a beautiful red dun gelding with a big white blaze and 2 white socks. His name was Wampum. Wampum was gentle and good natured. He helped me to regain all confidence that had been lost. Together we showed in open shows and in our 4-H club. We spent 9 wonderful years together and won many trophy’s and ribbons. On Wampum I was fearless. I loved to ride and I rode all of the time. Wampum was my best friend. He also helped me to find the man I am now married too! We eventually became good "competition" in our division and the barrel, pole, and flag patterns just kept getting better and better.

Unfortunately the time came when I graduated from high school and was going to head to college. Because of this I wasn’t able to keep Wampum as my parents had gotten a divorce and there wouldn’t be anyone to care for him or give him the attention he deserved so I sold him to a good friend. Sadly, Wampum was diagnosed with navicular and eventually had to be put down. I had never made it to college and instead chose to get married and have a family of my own. My husband and I had a few horses which we shown on an open circuit, but none that would ever compare to Wampum. Until the fall of 1999.

I was looking for a barrel horse and found an ad for a couple of geldings 5 hours south of where I lived. Together with a friend, I went to look at them. To my surprise, upon arrival, there stood an older red dun gelding with a big white blaze and 4 white socks. He was 13, the same age Wampum was when he died. I bought him. He was magnificant! He reminded me so much of Wampum it as amazing. His build, his attitude, his color. His name is Rastus. When I rode him I felt just like I was riding Wampum again. Last year was our first year competing in open shows and in the IPRA. We didn’t do too bad! This will be our second season and I am so excited! I feel like I have picked up, where I left off all those many years ago. A second chance? We’ll see!

Jennifer
Indiana