Showing posts with label Horses of Hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horses of Hope. Show all posts

Monday, September 09, 2019

Sunday, September 8, 2019 A mixed bag

First back to Dorian: We are incredibly grateful that Hurricane Dorian missed us completely and only glanced off the Florida coast. That said, I can't even begin to talk about the destruction and heartbreak in the Bahamas. All I can say is I hope the Brits treat the Bahamas better than our government treated us. And last night Dorian moved on to Canada! One hundred mph hurricane winds hit Halifax.

It's been a pretty rocky week. Our nephew Ben was hospitalized in San Juan with what they originally thought was a badly infected abscessed tooth. After a over a week of ups-and-downs, it turns out it's not an abscessed tooth with a huge bacterial infection swelling. Nope. He has lymphoma. As of now we don't know exactly what kind or what stage. We will find that out later this week. So for the past week I've been driving back and forth to San Juan a lot. Ben's mother and sister - my sister and niece - are coming into San Juan tonight so I suspect I will be there even more this week.

On a totally different note yesterday was one of the best days in the young life of Elaine's non-profit Horses of Hope/Caballos de Esperanza.


Frank Perez, the president of the Puerto Rico Association for the Blind came to HoH to ride a horse!

Elaine met Frank several weeks ago at an event to showcase services for the blind island-wide. A friend of ours from a therapeutic riding center on the other side of the island was also presenting at the event and arranged for another mutual friend to bring a horse. At that event Frank touched a horse for the first time and admitted his life long dream was to ride a horse.

Elaine said, "We can make that happen!"

It took a couple of weeks and several contact to get him past his initial anxiety and to actually get him here to ride. Yesterday was the day.

Elaine had a brilliant lesson plan designed to introduce Frank step by step and to guide him through the process. His class, as do all classes, began with being introduced to "his" horse (in this case Chocolate) by grooming.


The last step is grooming usually cleaning the hooves. Elaine thought this would be just a cursory introduction. Frank was fascinated by Choco's hooves, how hard they are, the shape, the feel and the pattern of the underside of the hoof around the frog.


The next step was tacking up Chocolate, putting on his saddle and reins. Frank was more involved in the process than many of our other clients!

From there, with the aid of our volunteers Chris, Paola, and Michael, Elaine had Frank walk with Chocolate around the riding arena so he could get a sense of its size and shape.



Then (drumroll please) they all moved to the mounting block. Again, Elaine had Frank feel the block, its size and shape and height. She also had him feel how tall Chocolate was compared to the mounting block. He immediately understood that he would stand on the block to get on the horse.


With Elaine's guidance - and with a bit of rising anxiety - Frank climbed the stairs. With help from Elaine and his volunteers Frank got on a horse for the first time in his life.



After that, there was nothing to do but ride!




After his first ride this man who had been so anxious, so flat-out scared, realized he can ride! It is a possibility for him. Now he wants to take lessons. His new goal is to ride independently with no side walkers holding him, with the horse leader's lead rope unclipped. This is very realistic, very possible. We can make this happen!

Our whole team, starting with Chocolate and including our rockstar volunteers Chris, Paola, Michel, Eslyn, Gladys, and of course Elaine, created a calm, safe, secure atmosphere to help alleviate Frank's fears and made this dream come true. Now on to the next one!

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Friday, May 17, 2019

Thursday, May 16, 2019




After obsessing about rain for months, I can't believe I didn't mention it when we finally got some. We a good rain last week and then both Saturday and Sunday we had thunderstorms. Not bad, but with a couple of hours of good steady rain. I thought, "Ah! Finally, the rainy season is started." Nope. Since Sunday it's been dry, hot and humid with very little breeze, all under a Sahara dust haze. (I've written about Sahara dust before.)



I tried to snorkel at Playa Pastillo yesterday. 

I've always loved Pastillo but we didn't go there a lot. It was half-an-hour drive away and Shacks Beach was a five-minute walk. Since we moved from Shacks last summer, Pastillo is now the closest beach to us. Coda and I walk there a lot. 

Several years ago my dive buddy Darryl and I dove there just to see what is there. Honestly, we didn't find much. But we never got to the far east end of the beach. We suspected it was better than where we'd been but somehow we just never got back to it. 

Walking there with Coda so frequently, I've learned a lot more about the beach and the water. I know there is reef out there and not too far off shore. On good days I can see the darker areas in the water that indicate reef or rocks, something other than sand, which shows as lighter green or blue. 

This beach faces almost due north. It gets the brunt of whatever the Atlantic is throwing our way. It too rough to snorkel most days. I watched the waves for the past few days getting flatter and flatter, more and more inviting. 

A bigger problem than waves out in the water is getting in and out. There is nice sandy bottom along most of the shoreline, which is a much better entrance than climbing over rocks especially if there are any waves at at all. But because of the shape and slope of the beach, there is a wicked undertow. The undertow undermines your footing in the sand, making it hard to stand and walk in and out. 

As I thought about it later, I realized this is a perfect example of "he who hesitates is lost." If I had just plunged in, moved out beyond the surf zone to where I could float, put on my fins, and swam out, I would have been fine. Instead, I stood there analyzing the whole scene, in the exact wrong spot - and got knocked down by the one big(ger) wave of the day. Since I was there alone, no buddy, not another soul on the beach, it kinda freaked me out. I abandoned the idea of snorkeling there, at least for that day. 


This morning Pastillo was back to its beautiful more-wave-than-I-want-to-deal-with self. Snorkeling will wait for another day. 


This week Elaine (and Chocolate) did an extended radio/video interview about Horses of Hope. It included a demonstration therapy session with Sebastian, one of her clients and first-time-ever rides for Madeline Rivera, the reporter, and Iraida Hernández, a psychologist. Both got their first close up view of equine therapy and it's benefits. To say they were impressed is an understatement. I said to Paola, one of our volunteers, "I hope you're ready to be busy!"



Iraida, the psychologist, had never ridden a horse, had never been around horses, was afraid of horses. Now she's hooked1


We can't wait to see the finished edit. It will be posted on Facebook. We'll let you know when.