Used Up..a story of hope and courage
She was a used up old woman and he was a used up old horse...both had seen their better days. She still rode and he was still ridden but the fire had gone out of both.
The tall red bay gelding had never made much of an impression on the track despite his illustrious background. He gave it his all and he had the heart of a champion but not the speed. His blazing star went down as fast as any fragmented comet that crossed the atmosphere of this planet. A thoroughbred of fine lineage did not matter. He found himself gelded and on a sale block for whoever would take him. He sold for a pittance of what he had once been considered worth and the woman who bought him knew all his flaws but liked his gumption none the less. His years as a guide pony on the track, then a rental horse at a rundown stable, and time had nearly swayed his back and broken his fine heart but the loving touches of the wrinkled spotted hands that caressed his trembling muzzle eased him and he felt hope once again stir. He did not care what she looked like, bent, aged and bowlegged. All he cared about was at last he had met someone who loved him for the horse he was.
When she loaded him in the battered old trailer behind the battered old pickup, he knew he was going to his last home but he savored the rolled oats in the feed bin and the fresh water in his bucket. He braced his long knobbly legs for the movement and ate with a contented sigh. He knew he would have to work but that was okay too as he liked to work but in his own equine way, he knew it was a work he would like.
So Blazing Star came to live with the old widow woman who ran a clinic for handicapped children as a therapy horse. After a brief bit of training, the old horse proved himself more than ready.
It was then that Blazing Star found his true place as a great horse when he was privileged to be the mount of some very, very special riders and he always won every race.