Horses – the word conjures up all sorts of images.
Cowboys - (yee ha!) blood, sweat, tears, ranches and romance. Western movies, stetsons, good guys, bad guys, saloons, fences, heroes, and of course horses.
Show jumping – red coats and glamour, Jilly Cooper, sex and seduction, high fences, big prizes and horses.
Racing – money, speed, small men with courage, betting, Royal Ascot, big hats, and sometimes even horses.
Polo – glamour and danger, colour and fun, champagne, high heels and polo ponies.
Pony Club – childhood and dreams, long days and mucking out, imagination and lots of fun, horses, horses, horses.
What you don't think about when you think of the word "horses" is pain and plastic.
Last night I visited a friend who is encased in plastic from neck to crotch. She is a cross between a Storm Trooper and an advertising sandwich board. Pain is written in lines on her face. Sadness at loss of dreams.
All this from a fall off her pony in a field. No speed, no glamour.
Hang in there and get well soon.
It makes you think.
There but for the grace of God.