The Gift...of PTSD revisted

Having severe severe PTSD one of my middle aged students was having a terrible time with insenstive colleges , students counselors who told her shed be healed in three sessions, her nightmare mother ...literally starving her while she was 98 pounds...and insenstive instructors getting on her because she refused to disciplne horses....and would break down an cry......

oh....such a sin......

to moronic midrange monosylabic instructors..........forunately..........i knew......of an old old horse none of the busy students had time for.......sooooooooo.....the so called what are we going to do with Maria? problem (sound of Music) .....student..........was ......somehow.......introduced to mr merlin......the horse no one wanted........and so.......strange miracles of miracle dooo happen and as most here can antiipate.........

two days later Merlin was buried in constant devoted lavished attention, neck hugs, carefully placed hay...carrots (2 not twelve as she ....may had PTSD but.......bererillaint.........and knew how to love BUT protect her........beloved beloved ** Merlin.......

and so.........the so called what shall we do with "Maria" became the patron saint of Mr Merlin and

dare i say.....one wouled have to wear shades........from the glow not only in his coat but....

his demeanor......she poured her heart out into him and and just as expected.........the gift

of her PTSD.........sooooooo supremely loving and sensitive devoted protective.....id never ever

have to teach her........the need to be gentle in the touch..

and so......after a time........the problem child "Maria" .....found herself ..in private lesson s

with ........the head Riding Master..................ear marked as his final protogue.....final grad student

the joy of her protectifeness and soft touch...lke who would i gieve the finest violin to????her.....but o course.....

and so u see.....we tell people so often and they never get it........we prefer...the beginners

terrified they will hurt the horse

the irony......they *** work with Mr Miagi.....(karotte kid) .....the Heaed Master.....

Wax on......Wax off,

l o l..........darn ...where did i put those chopsticks??

what to others is a problem........is to others......a joy to watch and behold......ahhhhh

soooooo gentle wth my beloved merlin.......ooh what story is she reading him today?????

one mans junk....another mans treasure****** ahhhhh the joy......of those with PTSD....all how u see things ....