Believe! I do believe.  I believe doing good comes back to you. It is how I have lived my life as long as I can remember. It is the way I run the rescue farm. I know people who plan in great detail but not me, I use my gut feeling, or intuition. 
(Wikipedia A gut feeling, or gut reaction, is a visceral emotional reaction to something) 

I smell the roses, I see the beauty in everything.

Sometimes I am down to my last few donation dollars, have tons of bills to pay and someone hands me a check or donates a car to sell or offers to pay on a feed or vet bill or donates hay. I believe it happens because I did something good; a good deed, a good thought, a word of encouragement.

When bad things happen, I try to understand and learn how to make things better. I was recently trying to help a lady who has many animals and is getting into a better place after living in her car and letting her dogs take over her home. She also has horses. Her animals are not starving but it was hard for her and now it is getting better. She now has a safe home, run ins for her dogs and lovely pasture for her horses. One horse was a stallion, sweet but not handled. She had an older mare who the stallion attacked so gelding was necessary. I see it always as necessary anyway.

Vets planning on how to dart the stallion.

Thursday, two experienced vets, a dart gun, a vet tech and myself finally caught the stud and the gelding procedure went quite uneventful. It was clean and fast. When he started to awaken from the sedation, one vet held the lead rope at his head, the other his tail. He was too unsteady. The vet got him to lay back down. The horse kept trying to get up even as the vet held tightly on to the lead. The horse flailed and rolled around. There were puddles filled with water, guide wires from a  security light, fencing and other dangers around but the vet held on. The horse even crashed into the horse trailer but just had a small cut from the corner of the trailer. The vet had him down on the ground and again, he jumped up, fell into a ditch. slipped again and fell again. When he got up this time, he fell and broke his leg. He had to be euthanized quickly. The owner was screaming, crying and just was inconsolable  We all felt her pain, no one wanted it to end like this.

My gut feeling when we arrived at the lady's farm was this horse was going to die. I surely wasn't going to say that to anyone and tried to get it out of my mind. As I was watching the whole gelding process, I felt surely I was wrong. It went so well. Was this God's way of preparing me for the sad outcome? It was horrible. I have relived it every night as I lay in bed trying to make some sense of it. Every intention was for a good, positive outcome. Why did this happen?

I really needed a good thing to happen. It has been 4 days now. I was still holding onto the sadness and pain. Now it is early Sunday morning and I opened an email about a horse needing a home, one of several I get daily.

Jazzy is blind and needs a loving home

Jazzy is very healthy but only a special person sees the beauty in a disabled horse.

It was a blind mare, owner going to college, parents can't care for to help. The owner loves the mare and wants safety for her. I looked on FaceBook and my dear friend, who loves blind horses was already posting and she is on Central time, earlier then it was here. I told her about the mare and she said 'YES'. It went wonderful, it was easy! It was good. Was it another of God's plans that we both were up early? Was it part of the Universe, the way it should be?  What ever the force , I believe! 

Thank you for believing in SaveTheHorses. 

You are our strength and 

your kindness is our most valuable possession.