A woman had cancer and also had a horse that was her best buddy. The woman was told she only had a few months to live, so she spent as much time as possible in the barn with her buddy. One night she actually spent the entire night in the stall with her horse.
After that the doctors' couldn't find any trace of cancer in the woman's body, but the horse got cancer and died.
The woman's 6 year old daughter told her mother that the horse took the cancer so that she could live.
Now, I don't know what breed of horse this was, and it really could be any breed....
it doesn't really matter, except that this was a 'once in a lifetime' horse...
and they come in every breed!
And God took a handful of south wind
And from it formed a horse,
Saying, "I create thee, Oh Arabian.
To thy forelock I blind victory in battle.
On thy back I set a rich spoil,
and a treasure in thy loins.
I establish thee as one of the glories of the earth.
I give thee flight without wings."
For a time the Arabian ran wild in the desert.
Only the strongest and most intelligent,
The swiftest and most disciplined survived.
And then the story goes;
To Ishmael, son of Abraham,
God made a gift of the Arabian Horse.
And Ishmael was the first to tame and ride him.
And from that time on the fate of the Arabian
would be woven into the history of the Western World.
Feed me, water and care for me, and when the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed and stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.
Always be kind to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins.
Never strike, beat, or kick me when I don't understnad what you want, but give me the chance to understand you.
Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and learn to love you.
Make sure that I am properly shod that I may serve you in comfort.
And finally, Oh My Master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured and starved to death; but do thou, My master, take my life in the kindest way and your God will reward you here and hereafter.
You will not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable.
A kinship of kind, is the magical source.
Free as the wind, to the horse we befriend.
An alliance of will and dependence on each.
This magic today is not out of reach.
The horse, you see, has this to teach.