But now that the idea was in my head, I decided I could rescue a horse from somewhere else. I scoured many ads for horses for sale or adoption, but none seemed like a good fit for me.

excited. Then my friend called me back with bad news: The horses had already been given away.

My heart just about broke in half. But now that the idea was in my head, I decided I could rescue a horse from somewhere else. I scoured many ads for horses for sale or adoption, but none seemed like a good fit for me. Still, a little voice in my head told me that maybe it was not working out for a reason. I have always been a firm believer that if something is meant to happen then the pieces would fall into place: That wasn’t happening. Maybe I wasn’t meant to have a horse. Discouraged, I went out to FLTAP just to hang around the retired racehorses and feed them some peppermints. Only this time, there was a newcomer in the barn.

“La Jolla Lu, 6-year-old mare” was the