Who You Are - Part 1
 By Breegirly   •   11th Feb 2011   •   2,432 views   •   10 comments
Horse Fiction Horse Racing“And it’s number 42 ladies and gentlemen; Taking it All in a Stride is literally taking it all in a stride! She’s going to win it!” The announcer yelled.

I grinned gleefully; this horse of mine was going to go all the way with this. I couldn’t wait to be in the winner’s circle listening to people yell my name asking me how I did it.

Something was wrong, Stride was falling, slipping from under me, my horse was going down, and I knew I was going down with this ship. The dirt was cool on my face, but rough as a slid, I knew Stride was gone, and I knew these were my last thoughts, I muttered a quick prayer to God, hoping he heard and blacked out.

One Day Later...
There was a serious of beeps in the room around me. I awoke to see the sun shining on my face. I heard my mom crying and my boyfriend telling her it was okay. “Mom? Ty?” I asked. I was answered by a series of hugs and kisses from my mom and a quick hug from Ty.

“Hello, Ms. McLaughlin, how are you feeling? You look well despite your collar bone and your knee.” I winced and then tried not to wince again at the pain it caused.

“I’m fine, how is my Stride?” The room went silent, even the beeps ceased at the question and I knew. I burst into tears. “I should’ve never raced my Stride, my beautiful girl! Was she in pain before she died?”

“Mercedes, the vet did everything he could...before...they were in surgery trying to reconstruct her knee and the monitors went silent, her heart stopped during surgery, there was no getting her back, she left peacefully.” Ty said.

Ty and the doctor left the room and mom spoke up. “Mercy, you have to be strong for Big Stride. She needs you like her momma needed you.”

“I’ll never race again! I’ll sell Biggie and Bravo, I’ll keep Lily, Lulu, and Jamesburro, but that’s it!” I yelled.

Mom walked out to leave me to cry in silence. I knew they didn’t understand my pain, and Ty never would, he was just a fall back.

I was able to leave the hospital in the next week; mom forced me to go back to her place even though I was 19. I had chores again at her house, and my least favorite of them all was brushing the horses.

Every day I begged mom to brush Biggie for me, everyday it was a no. Tears welled up in my eyes every time Big looked at me with her soft brown eyes. Her momma’s eyes. It got easier slowly, but I still had a burning hate for racing, and I had realized it was a vicious sport.

One day the best thing happened I was walking through the pastures when I heard a whinny. I called for mom and ran towards the noise. Lula was down breathing hard having a foal. I was so nervous about it. If the foal got his head or foot stuck there wouldn’t be a Little Lula or a Lula. The back hoofs came out first. I could tell it was going to be black like James. Suddenly the rest of the leg came out, it was bay, and it was Bravo’s kid!

I waited a few more minutes and out came the prettiest little foal I have ever seen. It was bay with a white blaze, and a beautiful black mane. I named her All I’ll Ever Need.

My collar brace came off just in time for racing season, reporters called me all hours of the day and so did stables begging me to race for them, and I didn’t talk to any of them. I had slowly started riding again and mom was working on getting me a ride instructor for Dressage and Jumping. I didn’t want to, but of course I had to.

I dumped Ty about the same time Trey went to work for us. Trey was our new groom and I hated him, he was shy and quiet, he worked quickly and never even took time to put the brushes in right spot.

I walked into the tack room to retrieve a saddle for my lesson when I accidentally picked up my racing saddle. I dropped it and in haste ran out the door. Trey and mom found me crying on a hay bale in my Stride’s stall.

Weeks passed and my hate grew stronger and stronger each day for racing. I watched Biggie, Bravo, Ally, Lily, Lulu and James race in the pasture, each day I watched Biggie win, knowing she could also win against trained Thoroughbreds.
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Finally There  
My brother's name is Ty! Good story by the way!
  Feb 11, 2011  •  1,595 views
Wanderin Boy Memorial  
This is great !
I ♥ horse racing stories.
Can't wait to read the next part
  Feb 11, 2011  •  1,564 views
No Walkin Farms9  
Good story.
  Feb 11, 2011  •  1,569 views
Heaven Sent Creatures  MOD 
very well written, can't wait to see what comes next
  Feb 12, 2011  •  1,589 views
PonyBox  MOD 
Wow! Thanks for the fast turn around on the sequel! This is going to be great!
  Feb 12, 2011  •  1,637 views
PonyBox  MOD 
Great job on the story line!
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Seven Sins  
good story
  Feb 12, 2011  •  1,564 views
Wow guys! I've never been so highly praised for my stories!
  Feb 13, 2011  •  1,595 views
MS Horses  
Great Story!
  Feb 21, 2011  •  1,574 views
MS Horses  
Can't wait for the rest!
  Feb 24, 2011  •  1,577 views
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