More than three thousand years ago a
man named Job complained to God about
all his troubles and the Bible tells us that
God answered. Do you give the horse its
strength or clothe its neck with a flowing mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust,
striking terror with his proud snorting?
He paused fiercely, rejoicing in his strength and
charges into the fray. He laughs at fear,
afraid of nothing, He does not shy away
from the sword. The quiver rattles
against his side, along with the flashing
spear and lance. In frenzied excitement
he eats up the ground.
He cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
Anonymous:"I've heard you help
people with horse problems."
Me:"Truth is, I help horses with
people problems. "