I grew up in a family who lived and breathed adventure. I mean, who packs up their life and travels to a foreign country without knowing the language and goes to live with a Brazilian family who also doesn't speak English? And then go to the middle of the deep Amazon jungle and try to make contact with hostile native Indians? You have to have ADVENTURE as your middle name to do that, maybe even as your first name! Growing up like that me and my brothers were always into crazy things and doing things that most people never would attempt. More of those stories later though. This story is about one of our crazy, fun adventures we did for fun, not for life. My dad decided that it would be a good bonding thing to do a family fun adventure every year. Each year the adventure varied and was different but the goal was to create a memory and bond as a family. I'd say it definitely worked. This particular year we decided that we'd like to kayak down this river called Rio das Garca...
Our ranch in Brazil was given to us by God when I was 17. I was on a river boat trip with a group of young people from Canada who were showing the Jesus movie and evangelizing to the river communities. I had gotten invited to join them and help with translation. We spent a little over a week travelling down the river in a large boat and stopping at each small river community. We would go out among the village and invite people to come join us for the movie viewing and then evangelize afterwards. One day we had split up in teams to go hike along the trails by the river and invite the families. The girl I was paired up with and I got very thirsty so I suggested we ask for a drink at the next house we arrived at. The kind lady happily brought us a small glass of water. However it didn't exactly look like water, but more like yellow pee or something. But since we had asked and she had brought it to us with such joy, I felt obligated to drink it. I prayed before I took that first sip an...
Leilani was one of the most special horses I ever had the privilege to own. Her story starts a long time before she became my mare. I was at a horse event one weekend. There was one big ranch owned by rich people who had a big beautiful barn full of nice horses and a bunch of arenas, a fancy auction arena, a straightaway race track for horse racing, arenas for roping and barrel racing and who knows what else. Any time I heard of a horse event going on there I made a way to get there and attend. This weekend was one of those fun events. I loved to walk through the barns and admire the horses and dream of one day having a barn full of fancy horses like those. There were two horses in particular that stood out to me that weekend. One was a tall grey mare and one was a big dark bay mare. They looked different from the other horses so I asked around and found out they were recently brought up north from southern Brazil, the land of good registered horses and rodeos. Both these mares were w...
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