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

The Magic Cookie | Miraculous Horse Stories

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.

By: Erin Lower

From the moment I woke up that intense summer morning, I was buzzing with excitement. At nine years old, the day that the trailer load of new horses arrived was the highlight of my summer. I had graduated from the second level school horses in my lessons, and one of these horses was to be my new mount for schooling sessions. I watched the trailer rumble up the driveway, feeling my heart race all the while. I was at the doors of the trailer before it even came to a complete stop.

By: Jessica Shaw

I’m not sure how many people have been graced with meeting an extraordinary yet odd animal, but I have. She is a plump palomino Quarter Horse named Cheyenne. Even when she is being really bad, she still makes you laugh. She is sooo funny that you can’t really help laughing. When she gives you one of her quizzical looks, laughter bubbles up inside you, and a big smile spreads across your face. When you meet a horse as absurd as Cheyenne, you can’t help but laugh.

By: Kimberly Dunkerson

“I was taking lesson’s from a women named ” Louise Yount.” She is a nice lady. My mom and her where talking about me and how I needed ot me moved up to a greater level of riding. While they where talking I was leaning up against a stall. When all of a sudden a baby filly comes over and blows in my ear. I turn around and laugh! She was cute. I asked Lou if I could go in and pet her. She said it would be allright. So I did.

By: Keri O’Neal

After years of pleading with my mother, circling classified ads, and annually attending the Scottsdale Arabian Horse Show I finally convinced my mother to buy me my very own Arabian. We already had two horses, a very sweet but slightly crippled mare and an unruly Thoroughbred gelding, both given to us, but I was in love with the proud and beautiful Arabian. I suppose it all stemmed back to Walter Farely’s magical series: The Black Stallion.

By: Tara Woodall

When I first got Duke, he was 16 years old and needed a little extra groceries. I was eight years old at the time and in the third grade. Duke, who was a 16.2 hand, stout Appendix Quarter horse gelding, was a bit massive for my sixty-two pound frame. My mother in an attempt to teach me the value of money, made me take out a loan at the bank and pay for 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: Katheryn White

In the 1960’s my younger sister Sue, suffered from a mysterious disease related to her kidneys that could not be cured at our local northern New Jersey hospital. She was in and out of the hospital from ages seven to eleven then was finally taken to the Renal Clinic at New York hospital for tests and observation.

By: Julie French

A small trophy sits on a shelf on our living room wall, as trophies go it is rather inauspicious. I have boxes of trophies slowly moldering away in the basement from past years of showing, but this one is special. It is about 2 inches square with a small horse and a pen holder. The plaque says, “To Julie, Love, Heather and Spook.” Next to the trophy is a picture of a cute little blond girl in pigtails holding a large, brown horse by his bridle.

By: Angie Hartman

A dear old friend has come back into my life. He comes in the form of a twenty-five year old bay quarter horse gelding named Little Man. With him came a flood of memories that bring a smile to my face and a tear to my eye.

We met the summer of my twelfth year. Little Man was a three year old that had been loaned to Camp Winiwaca for the summer. When our camp session started, he was in his final days of mending from a broken leg. I was a frustrated city girl with an overwhelming infatuation with horses and the dream of becoming a country veterinarian. It was love at first sight!

By: Deb Brosnan

This story is an actual adoption at Turtlerock Rescue in Fitzwilliam, NH. Turtlerock Rescue is an equine sanctuary and the first in the area to offer a ‘Lifetime Care Program’ for equines with special needs. Turtlerock operates on donations from private individuals, grants and through support from volunteers.

Hello, my name is Pet and this is my story.

By: Julie French

4 year old Brittany Waugh asked Santa for a pony so she could be like her big sissy, Heather. Santa listened, and on the day before Christmas, a little black and white pony spent the day at my house before being delivered to Brittany’s barn that night. Not wanting to miss any of the excitement, I was up early the next morning and, still in my pajamas, arrived at the Waugh household to find only Mom Sam up.

By: Judy Wood

I am an equine artist. Horses have given me my artistic vision, my voice, and the ability to touch the hearts of like-minded people. I have made friendships, developed insights, become confident, learned ways of coping with animals and with life, experienced intense joy and overwhelming sorrow, and developed an art career, all through my love of, and connection with, the horse. Being a horse artist and rider are not what I DO, but rather are what I AM. Without these interconnected threads in my life, I would be lost.

By: Sara Henderson

“Dad!” My younger brother William’s voice echoed through the house as he burst into the mudroom. “I quit! I can’t work with that horse anymore. She is just not trainable!” Letting the door slam behind him, William’s frustration was evident as he flopped down to pull off his boots. No need to ask which horse he was talking about. It was Ashley Ann.

By: Roselani K. Quinting “Lani”

We got Hoku when she was about 12yrs old, and my twin sister Lei and I were 11 yrs old, some twenty years ago. When she reached us, she was in bad shape. She was hit by cars, due to riding accidents on the side of the main highway, several times and was badly abused from her former owners. Though she was physically sound, her spirit was broken. No one could ride her anymore, let alone go near her without her putting up a big fight. They said she was zoo meat.