THE HORSE

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Submitted Date 06/15/2019
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I always walk by foot, from the church where I preach to the house where I live. I never drive an auto and everybody knows that I prefer to walk. Never, however, have I told the story that explains why I'm always on foot. Once I had a car, when I lived and preached in Maricao, where some of my daughters were born. I bought an automobile and took out a driver's license, but had problems with the car and stopped driving at once. I bought be an old horse and preferred to go on horseback to preach to my brothers, although the whole world travelled by car. One night, when I mounted the horse to go to church, the animal did not want to keep walking even though I pulled on the stirrups with force.

-I can't see anything.-I told myself. –The night is without stars and neither can the town lights be seen. To think of how far I am from my wife and my daughters. When these things happen to me, it doesn't seem like I'm married. The horse doesn't want to move either. But if I remained blind in this car it would be worse than remaining blind with this partner.

At dawn, because I kept mounting the animal the whole night, I discovered that the animal had stopped before a precipice. The night did not let me see that I was on the edge of a gorge. If the animal had kept going, I wouldn't be able to tell my daughters this story. I prefer to walk since then. The Catholics of the town of Isabella see me coming and going on foot and don't say anything. My stories only interest my daughters who always tell them to my grandchildren.

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  • Ceara 4 years, 9 months ago

    Thank you for sharing your story! What great creatures horses are.

    • José Liboy 4 years, 9 months ago

      This is a real life tale from the past.

  • No name 4 years, 9 months ago

    I love this!