Mini Horse, Mighty Hope: How a Herd of Miniature Horses Provides Comfort and Healing
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Mini Horse, Mighty Hope introduces you to Gentle Carousel Miniature Therapy Horses, one of the largest equine therapy programs in the world. You'll experience moments of comfort, hope, healing, and even miracles as you follow these spirited mini horses on visits to children's and veterans' hospitals, victims of natural disasters, survivors of and first responders to mass shootings, and more. Along the way, you'll also get to know the founder of Gentle Carousel as she shares how the love of these marvelous little creatures has helped her navigate her own struggles and challenges.
Perfect for animal lovers, people who enjoy true stories of healing, and anyone who has undergone trials and longs for hope.
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Mini Horse, Mighty Hope - Debbie Garcia-Bengochea
© 2021 by Debbie Garcia-Bengochea and Margaret S. Frezon
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
PO Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
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Ebook edition created 2021
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
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ISBN 978-1-4934-3196-0
Published in association with Books & Such Literary Management, www.booksand such.com.
Some names and details have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals involved.
Baker Publishing Group publications use paper produced from sustainable forestry practices and post-consumer waste whenever possible.
To all of the children and adults who have been loved by Gentle Carousel Miniature Therapy Horses over the years, and to all of the volunteers who have helped make this work possible.
—Debbie Garcia-Bengochea
To Sally and Gabriel, who introduced me to the loving care of therapy animals. And to Mike and our therapy dogs: to Ernest, in memory of Ike, and to Pete (keep trying!). And to Brooks, who set us on our mission of rescuing senior dogs and inspired BrooksHaven.
—Peggy Frezon
Contents
Cover
Half Title Page 1
Title Page 3
Copyright Page 4
Dedication 5
1. She watches through the window.
9
2. When things get really bad, you’ve got to get really calm.
17
3. He needed a home.
25
4. Your horses smell like flowers.
33
Meet the Horses 39
5. Shake it off.
55
6. We see little miracles all the time.
67
7. I was there.
79
8. They can tolerate things, but they shouldn’t have to.
91
9. They’re part of the herd.
101
10. You can’t change everything, but you can change something.
111
11. I hope you dance.
119
12. We’ll always have this day.
127
13. In the worst of times, we see the best in people.
137
14. It’s the real Jorge!
143
15. Follow your heart.
149
16. Everyone can make a difference.
159
17. All we wanted were the ponies.
167
18. You bring books to life.
173
19. Don’t forget to have fun.
183
20. There’s a pony on the phone.
189
21. We’re all so different, but so much alike.
199
Frequently Asked Questions 209
Magic the Hero Horse’s Awards 213
Acknowledgments 215
Back Ads 219
Back Cover 222
1
She watches through the window.
A moment can change everything. It happens in that snippet of time when you sit up and take notice. It happens in an instant that touches whatever comes before and transforms whatever comes after. There was such a moment when I realized miniature horses could change lives. That the beautiful spirit wrapped in flowing manes and pint-size hooves could touch hurting people and offer hope. And that moment came, literally, through an open door.
fig009That humid morning in 1999, I stood on my neighbor’s sun-bleached lawn beside my husband, Jorge, and a miniature bay horse no higher than my waist. Molly’s full, black mane ruffled in a stray breeze. She’d walked alongside us across our own little farm—a ranch-style house and barn on four acres outside of town—along the path beside the road, and up the neighbor’s driveway to the front of a tidy ranch house much like our own. There Molly waited, ears pricked to the side, head lowered and relaxed. At seven years old, she was young and spry, yet as mellow as a sunny summer afternoon.
Jorge tapped on the front door. We’re here,
he said.
Arthur, a tanned, older gentleman, came out to meet us. I’m so grateful you could come,
he said, glancing over at Molly and grinning. Mama’s going to be so happy.
He led us to the side of the house and pointed to the front corner. This is her window, here.
Earlier that week I’d been at the kitchen counter, detailing a lesson plan for my elementary school students, when Arthur had called. We knew Arthur well enough to stop and chat if we happened to be outside at the same time, but for the most part our conversations had been limited to polite inquiries about the weather and each other’s health.
Hot today,
Arthur had begun. How’s everyone feeling?
Then he’d paused and said, I, um, wonder if I might ask a favor? For Mama.
I set down my pen and stepped away from the counter to focus on the request. I tried to picture our neighbor’s mother—I knew the woman lived there but couldn’t recall having met her.
Yes, anything. Name it,
I answered.
You see,
he continued, she’s getting up there . . . and, well, the doctor said they’re doing all they can for her pain, but she could use something for her mind. Says we should try to get her involved, engaged in things. You see, she just lies there.
His voice broke. The only thing Mama seems interested in at all, to tell the truth, is your horses. She watches through the window. She can see out to your pasture from her bed.
A warmth spread over me at the thought of this man’s mother finding joy in observing our little horses roaming about the field. When they played, full of life, maybe they made the frail, bedridden woman feel young and full of life too. Perhaps they helped her in the same way they helped me—horses had always brought me solace.
When I was young, I often felt like I was the skinny new girl whose military family moved too often and who was unsure of the trendiest way to style her long blonde locks or the popular clothes to wear. But not around horses. Now, even though I wore makeup and stylish outfits to work, in the barn I could dress comfortably and pull my hair back into a ponytail. The horses didn’t seem to mind. They made me feel loved and accepted, just as they did when I was young. Seeing their slow, peaceful grazing in a field made my heart feel peaceful as well. So I could understand how Arthur’s mother might feel while watching the horses through her window.
I was just thinking . . . hoping . . . is there any way you’d consider walking one of your horses past Mama’s window? So she could see it . . . up close?
Of course we would. Such a small thing we could do to help.
So that morning I’d stepped into the barn bright and early, and paused before the stalls, deciding which horse to bring. There was Sugar, the first horse I’d ever owned. She was now a healthy and content old gal, but when we rescued her from the horse dealer she’d been a thin white pony with dirty, shaggy fur and overgrown hooves. Jorge and I had taken one look at her and knew that she’d be coming home with us. We understood the plight that awaited an unwanted old horse in her condition. The moment I met her, I had a clear picture in my mind: I could see her clean and healthy, surrounded by happy children who talked to her and patted her while she gently nuzzled them back. Maybe this animal in need could help some children in need. And later she did, as boys and girls from my class came over to spend time with her on the farm. While they patted and played with Sugar, I watched them relax and open up in a way I never saw in the classroom.
fig012Then there was our miniature donkey, Bart, and two miniature horses, Molly and Misty. We found that, while some people may be intimidated by a large animal, most people felt secure with a miniature one. I chose Molly to visit Arthur’s mom because she was so easygoing and cheerful. Also, her dark brown coat and flowing black mane would make her easier to see through the glass.
Arthur waved to attract his mother’s attention. Jorge and I walked Molly across the lawn, back and forth in front of the window. She trotted along happily. I paused and looked to see if Mama had noticed. The little horse stretched on black-stockinged legs, arching her neck as if to see inside the window too.
The figure in the bed began to stir, lifting her head from the pillow and turning toward us. Her eyes widened and a warm smile spread across her face as she realized that one of the horses she had been watching from afar had come up close to say hello. She stretched a trembling hand toward us, as if to touch Molly. I swallowed hard and glanced at Jorge. Jorge looked from Molly to the front of the house and back. An introduction through the window just didn’t feel like enough.
You know,
Jorge said, drawing out the words, unsure even as he spoke, the front door is right there. Looks like the bedroom is pretty close.
It is.
Arthur pushed his glasses up on his nose. It’s just to the left.
A wooden wheelchair ramp spanned the front of the house. That was ideal—there were no stairs Molly would have to navigate. Maybe we could open up the front door. Maybe Molly could poke her head in to say hello. What do you think?
Could you? Really?
Arthur’s eyebrows raised.
At the time, there was no such thing as miniature therapy horses working indoors. Therapy dogs worked at nursing homes and maybe a few schools, but organized animal visitation for the purpose of bringing affection and emotional support was in its early stages. Dogs were restricted from most hospitals and public buildings. And horses? They remained outside, in stables and riding rings. Yet I knew that horses could have a positive effect on people. I saw it when my students came to the barn. I saw it when Jorge, who worked as a youth minister, invited families from church to visit. People relaxed, smiled. Even those who were usually anxious around animals felt safe with our minis. And students who were disruptive in class were instinctively calm and well behaved around the horses.
But Arthur’s mother couldn’t be brought to the horses. She couldn’t get out of bed, much less the house. Arthur’s only option was to bring a horse up close and hope that watching through the window would be enough to inspire his mother. Jorge and I wondered if we could go one step further to make their time together even more meaningful.
You ready, girl?
Jorge asked as he led Molly to the front of the house. She had used ramps before to get into the trailer, so handling them now would be no problem. Her hooves tapped against the wooden slats. At the top we waited for Arthur to let us in. We were about to go through the open door. We were about to do something we’d never tried before.
Molly, Jorge, and I stood on the threshold. I could see into the room where Arthur’s mother was lying in bed, her fragile frame swallowed by puffy linens. Arthur went ahead and helped her sit up, stuffing pillows behind her back. We have a surprise for you,
he said softly, pointing to the door. Molly peeked around the corner. Mama’s hands fluttered to her cheeks and she let out a delighted cry. Cheerfulness bounced like a bubble from person to person, which seemed to encourage Arthur, because when he noticed how close the horse was, he unexpectedly pressed his weight against the wooden headboard. Hang on!
he said, laughing, as he gently pushed the wheeled bed closer to the door. Once again, Jorge and I glanced at each other, exchanging an unspoken idea. What if . . . ?
Mama was close to the bedroom door now, and that was not far from the front door where we stood. A tan carpet covered the floor—a manageable, nonslip surface on which Molly could walk. She seemed relaxed and content . . . yet she’d never been inside a house before. She had no kind of training for this. Any number of things could go wrong. Jorge whispered, Is this really a good idea?
I cast a glance at the woman in bed. Someone in her condition could never travel to horses; they had to come to her. I nodded and took a deep breath.
Jorge took one step forward, Molly at his side. Then another. Mama turned toward us, a rosy blush rising on her cheeks. With twinkling eyes, she gazed at Molly. Even as Arthur’s mother wanted to get to Molly, it looked as if the little horse wanted to reach her just as much. The two were connecting in some mysterious way. The same peace I felt when spending time with the horses in the barn settled around the room. Jorge moved Molly one step closer, until she was right alongside the bed. The woman’s trembling hands found Molly’s side, and her smile burst as she touched the horse for the first time. She slowly rubbed the horse’s neck, down her nose, and under her chin. For a moment it seemed that all the dear woman’s pain ceased and her worries disappeared. And in that space of time, life was sweet and hopeful.
Jorge and I let her linger in that moment, then led Molly back out the door and down the ramp. We made our way home, relieved that all went well and moved by the experience. I settled Molly into the pasture. Well done,
I said as Molly trotted off to find her pal, Misty.
That experience remained with me, planting itself firmly in my mind. Months later I ran into Arthur at the coffee shop downtown. He grinned and rushed over to talk to me, anxious to share his news. After Molly’s visit, he explained, Mama had a breakthrough. She kept talking about the horses. She developed a new, more positive outlook and became so motivated that she eventually got out of bed and into a chair. Of course, that chair was always pushed right up to the window to look out over the pasture. And later she even learned to use a walker and ventured outside where she could see and hear the horses from her yard. Her prognosis improved dramatically. All thanks to Molly,
Arthur said.
In the past we’d brought many people to visit the horses, but now a new idea was forming. What if we brought horses inside to visit people? How many more people could we reach? Could such an idea really catch on?
2
When things get really bad, you’ve got to get really calm.
Step it up, Bart." I loosely held the lead line attached to the halter of our poky donkey and glanced up at the skies. There comes a time when either things are going to get better or they’re going to get worse. And it looked like things