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Mapiya's Story

Freedom. What comes to mind when you hear that word? It means something different for everyone, human or horse alike.

My life hasn't exactly been easy, but there's one thing I have that I will never take for granted: freedom. Freedom ...
Mapiya's Story

Freedom. What comes to mind when you hear that word? It means something different for everyone, human or horse alike.

My life hasn't exactly been easy, but there's one thing I have that I will never take for granted: freedom. Freedom to eat as much hay as I want, to never have hunger in my belly, to feel loved by a human, to have proper care and nutrition... It's just a shame that I can't enjoy the freedom of being ridden and fulfilling my potential as an American Quarter Horse right now. Why, you ask?

Because I'm lame.

No, I don't mean I'm lame as in "I'm old fashioned and unstylish." I'm neither of those things; quite the opposite, actually. But I'm not allowed to work - to gallop through the flowing, green fields of Nashville with my human, to pen a cow, run barrels or spin on my heels like a whirlwind - because I have a chipped bone in my ankle, and it causes me considerable pain whenever I move too much. It's not as though it's an irreversible injury; it would just involve a surgery that is extremely costly. My human is saving up money as quickly as she can, and I love her for it, but neither of us know how long it will take before she's able to afford the surgery that I need. We don't even know if she will be able to do it on her own. But until I can have that surgery, I'm condemned to my paddock, and I can only dream about the amazing horse that I might someday become. That's no life for a 5-year-old horse, no matter what her aspirations.

Well, I guess it's not the worst fate in the world, especially considering all I've been through. You see, my earliest memories involve a barn where I was severely neglected, along with many other horses who suffered the same mistreatment. I don't remember a time during the first years of my life when I didn't feel hungry, or when my feet weren't sore and drastically overgrown. I remember more days than not when I didn't even get a single meal; I didn't know what it felt like to have my mane and tail brushed, let alone the rest of my body. I didn't know the meaning of the words hope, love... or freedom.

As a matter of fact, it's kind of a miracle that I even survived.

Actually, I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't have survived, if it hadn't been for my human. She was the first human that I ever knew to be nice, to treat me well and see that my every need was fulfilled. She taught me how to trust and how to love; she gave me food and shelter, and she made sure that I was never wanting for anything. She showed me what a wonderful experience it is to be groomed. She's the first human who taught me how to wear a saddle and bridle - and she was the first human ever to sit on my back. I wouldn't have it any other way; I'd carry her to the ends of the earth, for everything she's done for me. I just wish I could right now.

Now that I know what it means to be free from neglect, the word "freedom" has taken on an entirely new meaning. When I dream about the day that I'm free of this injury, I see myself - with my human in the saddle - winning the barrel race at a rodeo, roping and cutting, just like my Quarter Horse ancestors have done for generations. For all that my human has done for me, for all of the dreams and goals she has given to me that I never could have envisioned without her, I now dream of the day when I can show her how much she means to me, and help make her dreams come true, too. Because I can promise you one thing - if I'm ever free of this injury, I will be the best rodeo horse you'll ever know.

What I need right now is a little help. Although I may have thought this when I was younger, I know that my human is not the only human with such a kind and generous heart. I actually have a great amount of hope in humans, even for all of the awful things they have done to me; if you are a kind and generous human like my own, perhaps you could find it in your heart to make a small donation toward the cost of my surgery. Any amount helps, as long as my brave girl doesn't have to fight my battle on her own.
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