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Time to Get Serious

So for the past while, I’ve been posting random posts and that’s something that needs to stop. If I want to show people what I am capable of, then I have to get serious. That means with this blog and my writing.

Now I started this blog hoping to catch people’s attention and thinking it could immediately bring people to this site, but I can see now that isn’t the right way of doing this. I have to be more proactive and willing to work hard at it. So I am writing this post to show you that I’m ready to get serious. I know that some of this may not make too much sense, but I am just trying to get my thoughts together. The next one will since I’ll have an idea of where I might be going.

Here is a list of things that I may talk to you about when posting on this site:

  • writing stories
  • working at a horse stable
  • training horses
  • second chances that I may come across
    • these may involve horses or people
    • they may tell a story – fictional or true (I’m a writer so you will get both)
  •  discovering where you want to go in life and how to get there

So now that’s out of the way. It’s time to get this blog started. I’m going to try and make it a habit to post something new twice a week.

And for you readers I’m hoping to pick up, let me know if there is something specific you want me to write or blog about. It’s time to broaden my horizons and see what I can do.

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The Summary of My First Completed Short Story

This summary of a short story I finished called A Hand Up. I am hoping to find a place to publish it in either a magazine or an online contest. It has been written with an open ending so the story could be continued.

The story is about a police sergeant who finds himself trying to assist a homeless Vietnam veteran after finding him in an alley. His lieutenant calls him out for wanting to help.  The sergeant decides to aid the Veteran while he is off duty. This brings both the lieutenant and the sergeant together as the story ends in a confrontation between the two men.

An Update to A Step In The Right Direction

Now that I had been working at that new stable for three weeks, I begun to understand that the workload was too much. Just couldn’t handle twenty-one stalls in one day. The time I had been working had gone from7:30 in the morning to 11 or 12 in the morning at old stable to 8:00 in the morning to 3:00 in the afternoon except on the one day I rode. So I broke ties with that stable and contacted the other stable.

Later that night, I received a text from my old manager who offered me the possibility to work four morning. Now this was something I could handle. It only going to be working Sundays, Mondays, Wednesday, and Friday instead of every week day.

So now I just needed to work on becoming a better rider so I begin to work with horses as a trainer. It would take me a while to a accomplish, but I was willing to do what I had to do.

And while that was a work in possible, I would continue to work on starting my career as a writer. Tomorrow, I will posting a sample of a short story of mine called A Hand Up.

 

 

A Step In The Right Direction

In the last few months of 2016, I had been working at a horse stable in Nocatee, Florida. It was the first horse job I had managed to find near my home. Living in Jacksonville Beach, Florida can make it hard to work with horses or ride them. But after some persistence, I had finally gotten the job. It was going great so far, until the stable started to not make enough money, and I was laid off. So it was off to find another job at different stable.

My resume doesn’t include all that much. I can move horses around, muck out stalls, and feed hay and oats. But I want to get more into it. As I work my way around the business, I hope to one day retrain racehorses or offer some others who need it a second chance. And then there’s the interest of getting a young horse and training from the start. I have my own way I would love to teach to a horse, but I haven’t got the money to be able to care for a horse or to get what I need.

So back to finding a different stable, I turned to asking different people I knew who worked with horses. I first reached out to a trainer I knew from the stable I worked at, Allison. She told me she would contact a couple of stables she knew and get back to me at the end of the week. Not sure how that would go, I reached out to HaddenLoch, the stable I ride at. It is only a five to ten minute drive from where I was working. I talked to my trainer, Adriana and one of the owners, Claire. They both told me they would let me know if they heard of anything that came up.

But I got lucky because one of the people Allison contacted said they were interested in hiring someone. And to make the news even better, it was only a fifteen minute drive from HaddenLoch. That would make things easy for me because both my job and the stable I ride at are close to each other.

The day after Christmas, a Monday, I started my new job. It was much larger stable. The number of horses had gone from 16 to 40 and the work load had increased. I didn’t mind. Two weeks I spent in between both jobs I had quickly grown tired of all the free time I had and was looking forward to being out of the house and with horses almost every day of the week.

 

My Very Own Second Chance

Life is about second chances and we’ve all had them. So my first blog post is going to about my own second chance. Now there is a lot to choose from, but the one I want to talk about it is my transfer from Fletcher Middle School to the Noble School.

The weeks leading up to the transfer were tough for me. Why? Because I was afraid to tell my mom that school was no longer a place I wanted to go. Things were hard for me there. I couldn’t concentrate and I was having with my teachers and some of the students.

And getting to go to school in the morning was just as bad as being there. The days were start off as my hiding behind the Jacuzzi  and Mom continuing to try and convince me to come out and leave. After about ten minutes of this, I finally head to school.

But not long after getting there, I would call me and ask her to come and get me from school. During some classes that couldn’t handle at all, I would head to the guidance office and stay there until the class was over.

Eventually, my mom decided it was best to start looking for a solution. And after while, she found one in the Noble School. A small school run by two teachers, Martina Grondin and Lisa Pardee.

Now the first couple of weeks, I was still having problems and not wanting to be at school. I would sit by the front door or in the bathroom for long periods of time.

But eventually after the school changed location, I started to feel better about going and things were beginning to look up.

Now the moral of this story is that when you are struggling at one place and unsure what to do, you should always look for help. If I had, my mom would have started to look for a situation earlier.