Just Me By Nissi

When I was eight years old I fell off a horse. All 1500 pounds stepped on my leg and broke it in 2 places. It took me over a year to get back in the saddle and many years after that to trust horses again. But even though I didn't trust them, I still loved the feeling every time I rode! Riding a horse bareback, you feel every movement as though it is your own. This was exhilarating for me. So I continued to ride until I was about 19. My Family drove 45 minutes every week to get me on a horse. For seventeen years, it was the highlight of my week whenever possible.  Sometime, between the first time I rode after my accident and the last time I got on a horse, I lost that fear. The regret was real when I had to stop riding. Everything was taking off with my dog training and I felt like I didn't have any time left for horseback riding. Also, the drive was so hard on my mom and dad by this time. I can't just get on any old horse. (Trust me, that's ho...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43urd6CbX8g Well, this is the real me. Sweaty and all. 

I love NOT being in control of my own life!! No no no… That’s not right. Let me try again: I am learning how to love not being in control of my own life! I know, that’s pretty funny coming from someone in my situation. Here is the truth: I decide what I wear, eat and who I see. I also decide where I go. But I have never truly felt like I was in control. Even though I decide what I wear, someone still has the dress me. I may decide when I eat but someone still has to feed me. If I want to go out with friends I always have them make sure someone’s there who can physically pick me up or drive my car. But let me tell you something, I have had some of the funniest conversations with my girls getting dressed in the morning. And it’s pretty hilarious when i am riding with my friends and they’re yelling at me from the back of their vehicle asking me how to tear apart my chair. And the brave few who have driven my car…it’s always an adventure!!! When my dad feeds me, he sometime...