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		<title>What I Learned from a Giant Horse About Fear &amp; Failure</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A few days ago, my favorite horse Espartaco passed away. He was bitten by a snake or a brown recluse spider. His leg swelled up and my vet, Dr Blevins, said he fought but wasn&#8217;t strong enough to make it. This amazing horse taught me more than any other horse or human ever has about [...]]]></description>
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<td><span style="font-size: small;">A few days ago, my favorite horse Espartaco passed away. He was bitten by a snake or a brown recluse spider. His leg swelled up and my vet, Dr Blevins, said he fought but wasn&#8217;t strong enough to make it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">This amazing horse taught me more than any other horse or human ever has about believing in yourself and making the <strong>&#8220;seemingly impossible&#8221;</strong> happen. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>We had a serious love/hate relationship.</strong></span></td>
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<p>Years ago,  I was involved in a riding accident while I was &#8220;mock bullfighting&#8221; in  Spain. Yes, they were real bullfighting bulls and we went through the  motions, but we never hurt the beasts.At one point, the horse I was riding was hit by the bull, started kicking back  and I went flying over the horses head. I lost consciousness and fractured my pelvis. It was a freak accident, I had been doing the same thing for the last few months in Spain but for some reason, that day something went wrong. Thankfully, neither the horse or I were hurt too badly (except for my pelvis!)</p>
<p><strong>You can probably understand after that, I was feeling a bit of apprehension to begin riding again!</strong></p>
<p>When I returned to the U.S. I tried riding Espartaco, and at that young age he was a very large and spirited horse. I called him my Gladiator because he was just so big, he would&#8217;ve been a great gladiator horse&#8230;Someone said to me, &#8220;That&#8217;s a man&#8217;s horse.&#8221;  Basically, saying to me that he was too big for me and I was too small to handle him.  I let what this person said get to me and feed my fear.</p>
<p>I believed this for several YEARS.<strong> I tried to ride him and I failed.</strong> He&#8217;d kick his back legs up when he sensed I was scared, I thought I would fall and fracture my pelvis again&#8230; or worse!  So after a while, I stopped trying to ride him at all.<strong> I hated him &#8230; and mostly, I hated myself for giving up</strong>.</p>
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<td><span style="font-size: small;">It didn&#8217;t really make much difference though.  There were many other horses I  could ride comfortably.  I also had a wonderful horse so easy to ride I  called him My Angel.  I had trained and worked with him for the last  eighteen years.  He was so sweet with me that I could sing on horseback  while trumpets were blaring in his ears.</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: small;">He was easy to ride.</span></strong></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>I felt comfortable with him.</strong><br />
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<p>One day, as I was preparing for a very important riding exhibition for Mark Victor Hansen and some of his closest friends, I called the stables and found out that my Angel had died suddenly the night before of a hernia&#8230;</p>
<p>I was devastated.  Not only had my favorite show stallion died, but I had an extremely important show to do the very next day.  And now I had no horse to sing on because all the other horses were skittish with the loud music we use when I sing on horseback.</p>
<p>I put my mourning for Angel on the backburner because as they say, &#8220;The show must go on!&#8221;  So I went to the stables and after much deliberation, we decided <strong>I had absolutely no choice</strong> but to ride my infamous &#8220;man&#8217;s horse&#8221; Espartaco for the show since all the other stallions were being used for a different act and it was the only way to go.</p>
<p>I had only one day to practice with this horse I convinced myself I could not ride.</p>
<p>People book my show to see the horses and to see me sing on horseback.  I had to be part of the show!  I made up my mind then and there that I had to do it.  And I did.  I did because I HAD to.</p>
<p><strong>I had been lazy about riding Espartaco, I didn&#8217;t do the work really trying, of believing in myself and doing it NO MATTER HOW HARD IT SEEMED.</strong></p>
<p>I hadn&#8217;t really ever tried, I always gave up when I got scared and therefore, my fear always won.  This time, I scripted the ride in my mind, and I even wrote it all out, how easy and fun it would be.  I meditated, I visualized, and I imagined it being harmonious and effortless.</p>
<p><strong>I empowered myself to do it.</strong></p>
<p>Sometimes it can be really, really good when bad things happens to us.  We find strength where we didn&#8217;t know we had it before.  I remember thinking and believing before my performance, &#8220;I can do anything!&#8221;  My ride with Espartaco, the &#8220;man&#8217;s horse&#8221; was simply phenomenal&#8230; It felt like butter&#8230;</p>
<p>He and I become a team for many, many years after that.</p>
<p>What have you been stopping yourself from doing because you think you might fail?</p>
<p><strong>Thank you, Espartaco.</strong></p>
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