“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.