Disappointed in my fellow drivers.

Umm. Still makes no sense.

 

Not withstanding the fire, was she hot?

 

Seriously Dave, I doubt she was standing there with a corn dog in each hand.

 

It's a legit question.

 

If she looked like Roseanne does he still stop?

I'm not much of a horse person.

I mean if we're talking Shania Twain or that neighborhood, yea I'd spend the money for a new extinguisher.

 

Lol

 

Lol

 

seen lots of situations where drivers do lend a helping hand, perhaps it was a dangerous position to park a truck and as you said lots of cars were passing by as well, in fact i'd be more harsher on them (car drivers), as its much easier for them to pull over than a 40 ton 53 " rig.

 

I understand your position.

Part of my life I have been working with horses in one place or another. As a child that was very very young, say around 3 years old; father used to take me to a very tiny forested facility with several trail horses off US 1 above Falls-ton Bel air areas where there was a road junction. If you went left you are on your way to Strasburg PA overland on a series of two lane road which is near Lancaster. If you went right you stayed on what is essentially US 1 about a block above where open fields and forest marked the edge of I think Bel-air's Town limits in Maryland.

This is mid to late 60's and inside that forest was a Horse facility with several paddocks, a barn and tack room along with a small home for the family living and working on their property for a livelihood. Upon recommendation of John Hopkins Insitute in down town Baltimore I would imagine the source of this recommendation was for me. They kept a number of very carefully hand picked trail horses. Two staffers will put me aboard one In one of the paddocks first to assess my situation.

I remember that day because in those days I was not gaining knowledge or a personality that a 3 year old should be gaining daily prior to a time of going to Kindergarden roughly age 5 in those days. In those days of the mid to late 60's I was deaf and was literally in the words of my father losing pace with other street kids of my age in terms of IQ, progress and development in so many ways. I was not learning anything every day like I should have. Literally closed off mentally. (I was on a Ritalin drug in those bad old days which was a early attempt that should never have happened) No one knew that I was simply deaf and was dealing with life in my own world by discarding things that are in the way and not caring about the rest.

In that facility the horses were present. One staffer made sure I stayed in the saddle and taught really really basic horsemanship western style which was what they went by and a second staffer stayed with the head of the horse to be sure that everything was calm most especially. A few times around the Paddock, horse shows no problem with me and we left the fenced area for a walk down a trail path in the forest.

I think that walk lasted about a hour which would be what was paid for by Father and it was a unqualified and complete absolute successful. The goal was to get me and horse to engage with each other and then the secondary goal was to meet everything inside that forest, deer etc. The two staffers made corrections to my clumsy learning and eventually we all returned the horse to the paddock where one of them made a apple availible to me to feed to it a certain way palm open. Obviously the horse ate the apple off me without taking the whole arm and we were all friends.

My father only took me there once. I consider that a day of awakening in my own life to something much bigger and required attention much more than my own selfish animal instincts. And the horse did very well. Better than well with that little problem child up there. (That would be me) I only have a handful of memories dating almost to 14 months being the earliest with a hospital surgical problem that was documented in my safe from that year. Everything from that visit to the horse facility which has a mission goal of breaking children's lack of interaction with the real world with horses was a clear memory and I consider that a day of awakening. I remember it like yesterday. The two staff, type of horse, saddle etc.

I would work with horses (Or vice versa) several more times early in life in addition to being employed to be around them on breeding farms and the like prior to my trucking days. The State of Maryland maintained a very top notch horse farm not far from Columbia whose animals were turned out to pastureland of 40 some acres at our fencing property line. Maryland Route 100 freeway formed the other side of their pasture land in the 70's This Farm was part of a Maryland College system of which I am not familiar with at the moment, the name has escaped me. But it was a world class facility in those days. Being children in the 70's there and interacting with particular horses to particular people that trust, friendship and so on with bonds formed was a important asset for all the children there. I think there were about 12 mainly fillies and a few yearling colts not yet grown to where there would be trouble with the fillies at that young age for themselves and it was a good match at the fence with the boys and girls.

Later in life I would work a horse breeding farm for wages. And later than that I would learn to ride them near Harpers Ferry at another facility that teaches people to ride in addition to providing towpath trailrides down across from the old Arsenal and B&O rail station along the river. In addition to being mountain horses as well going down and coming back up to the high pasture that was their home. I learned I was a fair to middling rider, nothing special and I needed to form a bond with just one horse out of all of them to be able to ride properly without conflict with that particular horse. They did try other animals with me with different personalities and I learned where my limits are in relation to that situation.

At the end of the day when a poster says eff the horses and so on related to where they are in danger from a fire situation in the tow vehicle pulling them in their trailer of some kind I cannot stand for it. You have to decide that these animals do not deserve to burn and you need to find a way to get them to safety in a orderly manner without stampeding the whole batch. They are already seriously stress and want out. But if you deal with each one with firm calm and no panic or going wild, they will pick up on your assurance and hold it together until you got them to a safe spot off the road somewhere, preferably with water.

When everything is taken care of it would be time to reload and roll. But not a minute before. And certainly not with the attitude of eff the horses. The reason is clear to me. If a horse was able to open my mind and body to a new world around me at a very very young age and give me a form of freedom and able to live well day to day rather than what I had been up to that date, I would have no problem' actually an obligation to try and keep those horses out of harms way so they don't burn where possible.

I was not going to lecture but I decided that I would simply start writing until the lesson is more than installed in anyone who thinks they can just "Eff the fire, horses and people who are in some difficulty that day." And blow all of that off.

And you wonder why the Atlantic states are difficult places to live in knowing there is a percentage of Society that has become corrupted by Power near DC or by Money living with very high income because you cannot afford to be poor with nothing in a area like that without yourself being treated as effed by the rest of the Society who decided you are nothing to them. Serves you right I imagine.

Savvy?