She came to me in tears yesterday afternoon. She is a fellow teacher at my school. She begged me, "I'm going through horse withdrawal. May I come see your horses this weekend? I'll brush them, I'll lunge them, I'll ride them, but I NEED to see horses." She was desperate and shaking as she asked me. I understood completely. She was going through "horse withdrawal". She's also on the list of teachers who are facing the prospect of losing their jobs through job reductions in my school district. (last hired=first fired)...So, I calmly told her, "I understand. Yes, of course you can come see my horses!" So, Saturday morning, we're meeting at the local Starbucks and I'll drive her up to the herd for some theraputic brushing, walking, and lungeing. Horses as therapy. Horses helping people. Horses saving a desperate woman's sanity. Something to think about. I'm not sure which horse she will connect with the most. Will it be Sunni, my "nervous Nellie"? Or Beauty, my diamond in the rough, my calm feedlot mare? Or Gigondas, who HATED humans when we first got her, but now seeks out human companionship? Or Scout, the aloof mustang who now also loves people and attention? Or Cali, who LOVED us from the moment she arrived? What do you think?