Winter Note
I was sitting here thinking about the sadness I carry with me lately as I am getting so many calls or emails about horses in need, suffering, starving, or someone just wants rid of. I get calls or emails about Craigslist ads that have horses who are thin or someone is advertising wanting to send them to Mexico to a death that we all know how it ends. Heartless, cruel.. A new all time low...
I was walking around doing chores and it popped in my head about a line from my favorite movie. "sometimes there just aren't enough rocks".. Forrest Gump.. How true it is. There aren't enough of everything dear Forrest. Money, volunteers, land, compassion, and plain old humanity.
I do my best to help where I can, to help owners find alternate homes from a list of people looking for a specific horse, help guide them on where to save on expenses, network with another rescue and so on. Those who can not keep them or take care of them where can they go? The agony of not being able to help, to turn them away. To not be able to intervene as the law enforcement here IMO honestly don't care, turn a blind eye. What makes a society do this? Why do they walk right on by and not feel indignant. How can they stomach it or lay their heads down at night knowing someone called about an animal in need and they did nothing. Guess I have a ? sense of humanity at this point... Winter has come and brought with it a dreaded sense of not only cold outside but, seeing the cold in other areas of life...
I was going through my DVR and trashing things I have saved, watching some of it and ran across an old program I had of Oprah. Wondered why I had saved it and then came upon my reason.. I found myself sitting here with this huge knot in my throat, wanting to sob my soul onto the floor. To shed all the tears for those animals out there suffering in this arctic frigid weather. For the homeless who are freezing on the curbs, the elderly who have no one who cares if they are cold, to offer them a cup of warm soup.. For those who have no hope, those who are in pain and agony in their spirits....
I also started asking myself, if I was a horse and wrote a note to God, what would it say? Would it ask for forgiveness for all those cruel hearted people out there who do not care? Would it ask that those who I served all those years not throw me away like garbage? Would it beg God to save me before I die in such a merciless way? Would I ask God to watch over my foal while I walk that line to my death? Would I ask God to please bring someone into my life who would just LOVE me? Someone who would feed me and not allow me to starve? Would I ask God to know the warmth of a child's arms around my neck? Would I ask to lay under the sun on green grass and sigh a breath of relief? What would I ask God for? For humanity to stop finding it easy to dispense of me like I was meaningless... To stop taking the mustangs freedom and allow me to roam the plains as my ancestors once did?
Would it ask God why that person dumped me at this place as I run screaming along the fence asking "What did I do so wrong for you to leave me?"
I saw that at an auction, the last one I went to at Bristow. Owner brought in a beautiful black and white paint, 7 yr old. Had him since a baby, the poor horse ran along the pen rails screaming his heart out.. Trying to find a way to get to the man as he walked away.. I heard him tell the guy working there he had him that long. I saw the terror in that horses eyes not knowing why someone who supposedly loved him had abandoned him here for what? A few nickels in his pocket? Some beer money? What? At that moment I knew there was a part of humanity that I hated. Yes, I used the word hate. I saw something that made me so ill I have not gone back there again. I saw a part of myself too that wanted to rip the lungs out of what was supposed to be human... The Kill Buyer would not let us buy him from him and yes, he walked that death sentence that so many do...
On a personal side, what would my note say? Perhaps for the pain in my heart to ease... sometimes there just isnt enough paper to write what my note would say.......
Below is the show and the young woman who sings "Note to God"... Please watch it completely... Then what would your note to God say? Have you a tablet in your heart and what is written on it?
RT
Charice.. Bless you girl for all the heart and soul you put into this song.. May the Creator continue to bring you all your dreams.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4Xd435coD4&feature=related
This post brought tears to my eyes. Your story about the paint makes me feel ashamed that I haven't done more to help. When Doctor Decherd walks toward me in the pasture, his eyes say everything - 'thank you for coming to see me', 'I know who you are', 'I am safe', 'you won't desert me', 'even though I am injured, you care for me'.
Thanks, RT, for showing us how to find our hearts again.
Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
The forgotten horses left to the elements and to man's inhumanity are 'the least of these'.
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Your writing brought me to tears.
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Dear Cheri, You put into words all the feelings swirling around inside of me for the past few months. With tears in my eyes, thank you for putting it all out there. I too hate saying "no" to all the daily calls & emails of horses in need. Oftentimes it's just an owner looking for an easy out, but sometimes the need is genuine. We do what we can. If only more people would see the need to help, that would make a difference.
Bless you & the work you do!
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