As the fable goes, an old Indian chief had just become a Christian. After awhile he was approached by others and asked what it was like. The chief answered that it was like a fight between a black dog (representing the dark side of life) and a white dog (representing the good side of life) When asked which dogs wins, he replied “the one that you feed the most.”
Many years ago, I attempted to be a bull rider. It started out as a bet but after I rode my first bull and covered him, I started to think that I might be able to do this and win something at it. It was a terrifying experience for me. The ride itself was a lot of fun but the few minutes leading up to the actual ride was a fearful time. I kept hearing people say “it’s not if you get hurt, it’s when and how bad”. In my 43 rides I saw more than a few riders get hurt.
The cowboy stood in front of the congregation of the large church obviously uncomfortable. He was requesting help for the Youth for Christ Horse Camp coming up in a few weeks. They needed wranglers and assorted other volunteers. I knew in my heart that I was supposed to be there. I volunteered
At this time in the Spring of 2008 I had not ridden a horse in over 30 years. Except for a “nose to tail” pony ride on the beach in Oahu. I quickly made arrangements to take up a friend on his offer to ride his horse. It wasn’t like riding a bicycle. I did forget. It felt awkward and I just didn’t feel balanced very well. I relearned how to saddle a horse and tie a slip knot for the lead rope. Tacking up a horse and teaching the kids at the Horse Camp was all I would be doing.