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Feel Good Sunday: Never Say Never

OpEd by R.T. Fitch ~ president and co-founder of Wild Horse Freedom Federation

“This is the only voice we have, let’s use it well!”

Often times it is difficult to find something of value to recharge our batteries on ‘Feel Good Sunday’, that is especially the case this week.

Locally, in Houston, we witnessed the horrendous tragedy of a family of six being senselessly murdered, we buried a great animal advocate reporter, felt the pain of the death of an outstanding firefighter and struggle with the flood of unaccompanied Central American children over-running our borders.

On the national equine side of things the BLM has thumbed it’s nose at federal law and published an outlandish schedule to “zero out” the few remaining herds of wild horses in Wyoming. It feels as if pigs are flying and animals are talking…the world is surely coming to an end.

So yesterday I winked at Terry, climbed into the Jeep and headed to the local tattoo parlor; a place where faint of heart should not enter. I did not carry a gun, this time, nor was I ready for a fight but what I DID have holstered in my right pocket was a picture of my long departed saddle horse, Ethan.

I barged into the shop with my bald head gleaming and slapped Ethan’s photo down on the counter and growled to the group of tattooed patrons and owners:

“I know that you have tattooed everything from mothers, girlfriends to wives on men’s arms but have you ever done a dedication to a deceased horse?”

Only shaking heads and dropped jaws answered my question.

“So let’s get started, boys”, I snapped and the rest is a very blurry and painful memory but this morning, in the light of day, I sport a forever image forever inked of a forever horse on my left bicep. Ethan shall now be a physical part of me, forever.

So never say never, and don’t think for a moment that you are too old or too small to effect change. You can and you will make a difference because the world and the people who inhabit it cannot do one very fundamental thing to you; the one thing that truly make any animal’s blood run cold. All the ass-hats in the world might be able to beat and slap you around but they CANNOT eat you. That one, simple thought gives me great strength and invincibility…they can’t eat me (and even if they could, I would give them heartburn).

And with that simple thought, I close today…Ethan is on my arm, my conservative mother is moaning from above and the moon was fantastic last night…we are kicking ass this week, my friends, and that’s all there is to it, we are kicking ass and the bad guys can’t eat us; we are golden.

Keep the faith and never, ever say never.

Tat

25 replies »

  1. Wow! How powerful was this message? It re-ignited the passion to stomp on the “ass hats”, no better name for them. Brought to mind my long lost best friend, a horse who bonded with me from birth and died at 28, now buried here, expressed your sensitivity for the ills of the world we live in and serves to help everyone who thinks we are the bleeding heart acivists understand that not caring about horses, dogs, all animals, all humans who are downtrodden makes us all live in a really messed up world. Caring and then doing something can improve life so that all can benefit. This is the best thing I could have read today to cam my soul and raise my hope. May the great spirit bless you in all you do. Thank-you!

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  2. Sorry about the typo’s. When I post to this particular site, not all letters come up. I have to keep re-typing pressing down extra hard and often miss some. Anyone else having this problem?

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  3. If I were to get a tattoo, it would be of a beautiful mustang or any horse for that matter. Thanks for your Feel Good story today.

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  4. today i read that little girl’s story in the yahoo news but they really don’t due justice to the story . what a brave little girl ,to have suffered so and at such a big loss . my prayers go out to all affected by this man’s actions. such a waste of a human soul. you never know what will happen but this proves one person’s actions can do so much good or harm , all we can do is fight on and do what we can do . so, the fight of life goes on . i hope this man is made to pay dearly for this evil deed . rt , so sorry for your loss . body art is the highest compliment one can pay to another . beautiful .

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  5. From another Kindred Spirit

    Lessons from Wildlife
    http://thruwildeyes.wordpress.com/category/lessons-from-wildlife/

    For one thing, you know absolutely nothing about me or who I am. And it’s people like you who continue to make finding a solution impossible; rather than being a real man and discussing things and seeing both sides you choose to make rude jabs. For all you know I could be your neighbor, your neighbor’s girlfriend or wife, one of your friend’s girlfriend or wife or the person who saves your life one day. Your quick to make your comments and run without even knowing anything about me and it’s funny, I’m not much different than you. Well, I’m not rude or disrespectful and I’m not afraid to have a civilized conversation with “the other side” so with that we are totally different.

    My dad fought for your freedom and then came home and continued to “protect and serve” you. That was another thing he taught me; when a person needs help regardless of who they are or how you feel about them you reach out to help them. Might be something you might want to think about the next time your so quick to be rude and disrespectful to somebody you don’t know just because they support wolves and grizzlies being on the Endangered Species List and mustangs being left correctly managed on BLM land where they belong. It would be horrible for one of us “city folk” to drive by you if your buddy shot you in the hip during one of your hunting trips on accident and waved as we drove on by just because we judged you as one of them “horrible, wolf hating ranchers” rather than a human being in need of emergency assistance. I’m entitled to my opinion just as you’re entitled to yours; neither of them are any less important than the other. I’m not that much different than you are sir. I’ve busted my butt to get where I am today and to have the things I have. I have seen and taken care of things that would make your stomach turn. Thank God the people in my life have taught me about respect, courtesy and compassion not only for human beings but the animals we share this land with. I was also taught to stand for the things I believe in and to do it in the right way and I will continue to do so.

    So thank you for sharing your story by commenting on my blog the other day. You have taught me even more very important lessons and I really appreciate it. I’m more determined now to continue fighting for what I know is right. The next time you are driving down the dirt road and you pass a white Dodge dually with a woman driving and she waves; that’s me telling you thank you!

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  6. A good time to post this again.

    We Were Made for These Times
    http://theunboundedspirit.com/we-were-made-for-these-times/

    My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.

    You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times.

    Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement. I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind. Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless. In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world.

    Do not focus on that. There is a tendency, too, to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails. We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn’t you say you were a believer? Didn’t you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn’t you ask for grace? Don’t you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater? Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good.

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  7. Oh, thank you so much for sending this our way! With all of the negative news from about the BLM & their sneaky ways to make our beloved wild horses & wild burros disappear to become extinct, you & Terry give us much needed hope! We will never give up either!! You will be blessed for your efforts & devotion to the cause! NEVER GIVE UP!!! Thought for the year!

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  8. I’m sorry to hear that you lost Ethan RT, but now you have him with you always. I love the tattoo. It does get discouraging, but the Feel Good Sundays to make a difference! Thanks and love to all who fight the good fight –

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  9. In just a few short weeks I’ll be meeting WildinthePryors and go camping for four days with Cloud all the Pryor horses. I’m so excited. I’ve been working out for the past year trying to build stamina and strength for this trip. 3 nights of camping under a full moon hopefully with horses nearby.

    Not sure exactly what day I’ll get home because of a number of other issues. But I hope I can send a feel good Sunday report soon after I get home complete with pics.

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  10. Beautiful, RT! Ethan was one lucky horse to have you as his guardian and now he’s with you forever. Enjoy Ethan’s picture…. a wonderful reminder of the true bond you both shared.

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  11. Never ever ever ever give up.
    Along with many of you, I have seen and felt the presence – sometimes called “sharing the air” – with some of our wild ones in their natural world and they ask nothing of us except to help them to live their lives as Mother Nature intended.
    I have also “shared the air” with our wild ones who are suffering in the BLM holding facilities and they ask nothing of us but to be returned to their natural world as Mother Nature intended.
    Thus, our wild ones give us great joy … and BLM gives them (and us) great sorrow.

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