The cowboy stood in front of the congregation of the large church obviously uncomfortable. He was requesting help for the Youth for Christ Horse Camp coming up in a few weeks. They needed wranglers and assorted other volunteers. I knew in my heart that I was supposed to be there. I volunteered
At this time in the Spring of 2008 I had not ridden a horse in over 30 years. Except for a “nose to tail” pony ride on the beach in Oahu. I quickly made arrangements to take up a friend on his offer to ride his horse. It wasn’t like riding a bicycle. I did forget. It felt awkward and I just didn’t feel balanced very well. I relearned how to saddle a horse and tie a slip knot for the lead rope. Tacking up a horse and teaching the kids at the Horse Camp was all I would be doing.