By: Megan Welch

I think that nearly every child goes through a stage of wanting a pony; some never grow out of it. I was one of those who never outgrew it. Since I was little, I loved horses and wanted one of my own. My best friend who rode encouraged that love. At last, at age 9, my parents let me take riding lessons. I was immediately hooked. Around Christmas 1998, my parents were debating over buying me an adorable little Paint pony named Bert. I, of course, was all for it, praying night and day for him. At last, on December 29, 1998, we bought him. Bert was any horse-crazy girl’s dream. He was small, about 13 hands, and had a sorrel coat with white patches on his neck and belly. A white blaze ran down the center of his face and his mane, tail, and forelock were tan. He had the cutest brown eyes I had ever seen. I was crazy about him.

By: Ashley Bleas

My name is Ashley and I’m fifteen. When I was six, I suffered a near drowning. One afternoon, I was brought along with my neighbors to go fishing after my mom’s friend had died. While my neighbors were putting a worm on my hook, I had seizure and slipped into the water. When they found me I was unconscious.

By: Diane Zakrzewski

All too vivid are the memories of that March morning when I received a phone call that Roy was injured and I’d better get there fast. The accident must have happened during the night, because by morning Roy was weak from loss of blood. His hind leg was severed below the hock and blood was pouring down his leg. His head was hanging low and he looked like life was draining slowly from his body. Looking up I saw a big hole in the side of the steel building with jagged steel pieces protruding as though a small bomb burst through the building.

The doctor’s words hit me hard, knocking me back on the exam table. He spoke to my mother about the pain in my legs, “She has ‘Osgood Slaughter’, a disease affecting the knees. Lisa must use her legs very little if she is to heal. If you can’t keep Lisa from using her legs, I’ll have to cast both of them for a year.”

Mother and I looked at each other our jaws dropped open. Mother looked back at the doctor, “It’s Summer time and she is an active nine year old. Could we first try keeping her on crutches?” she requested. They looked at me. I quickly told them I’d do anything to stay out of casts. To our relief, the Doctor agreed.

This horse story depicts the miraculous recovery of the author from a severe accident. Read and know how her Saddlebred horse helped her survive …

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By: Ashley Bleas

My name is Ashley and I’m fifteen. When I was six, I suffered a near drowning. One afternoon, I was brought along with my neighbors to go fishing after my mom’s friend had died. While my neighbors were putting a worm on my hook, I had seizure and slipped into the water. When they found me I was unconscious. At the hospital my parents were told that I most likely wasn’t going to survive. I was in a coma and the doctors were unsure about massive brain damage.