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>Just in case anyone is interested "One Chance in a Million" was written by
>David J. Sanders, his e-mail address is Sandman@pionet.net, he has a cool
>web page but i forgot to add to my favorites, and forgot how i got there.
> The truck is broke, but the sun is shinning
> Life will be good when my butt hits the saddle.
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> >Subject: Once Chance in a Million
> >Just wanted to share this without all the FORWARDS!
> > it happened so sudden, 12 years in my past,
> > for the rest of my life the injury would last
> > the cars hit head-on, not a chance to slow down,
> > the next I remember, I lie on the ground.
> > My hip joint was crushed beyond all repair,
> > 'you're to young to replace it', Doc said with a stare.
> > 'you will walk again but never will run'.
> > these words hit me hard like a shot from a gun.
> > ten years came and went, the pain more severe
> > I said to my wife, 'time to replace it is here'.
> > when the surgery was over, Doc said to my wife,
> > 'he can't ride a horse for the rest of his life'
> > we own our own farm with a full riding stable,
> > so horses and riding put food on our table.
> > I could sell horses and tack, and some money I'd make,
> > but to ride one myself, was a risk I can't take.
> > And then it did happen, one night at the sale,
> > As I stood selling halters inside of the rail.
> > My wife came up to me with that look in her eye,
> > she said 'there's a horse out back ready to die'
> > As I walked to the killer pen and looked over the fence,
> > there stood a starved gelding whose frame was immense.
> > His eyes were three inches sunk back in his head,
> > If he were lying down, you would have sworn he was dead.
> > He stood sixteen-one, weighed about four and a quarter,
> > his hair was three inches and not one-half shorter.
> > A skeleton with hide stood before my own eyes,
> > if he walked through the ring, it would be a surprise.
> > As the barn door slid open and they led him on in,
> > the auctioneer said, 'two hundred is where we'll begin'
> > the kill buyer said, 'two-oh-five's all I'll give'
> > I said, 'I'll give two ten just to see if he'll live:
> > the bids then quit coming, not a sound from the crowd,
> > the next work was "sold' he said very loud.
> > as the trailer backed up to the wood loading gate,
> > I said, 'let's get him home before it's to late.'
> > He had to have help to step up to the floor,
> > but we got him in and then closed the door.
> > as I drove home that night, I looked back at a glance,
> > and said, 'if he lives, we'll call him Last Chance'.
> > well, we made the trip home, and he lived through the night.
> > when the vet came next morning, he said, 'what a sight.'
> > we floated his teeth and trimmed all his feet,
> > gave him wormer and thiamin and a little to eat.
> > my vet said his heart was as strong as a drum.
> > if we brought him 'long slowly' the rest may just come.
> > well, his weight starting coming and his health soon returned.
> > he showed us his love he must have thought that we earned.
> > he would whinny and nicker as I walked to the shed,
> > as if to say, 'thanks, ' cause of you, I'm not dead.'
> > he would stroll the whole place without being penned,
> > he'd come when I call, just like man's best friend.
> > three months had gone by since the night of the sale,
> > my wife had him tied up to our old hitchin' rail.
> > I asked her 'what's up?' as I just came outside.
> > she said that 'it's time to see if he'll ride'.
> > she threw on the blanket, saddle, bridle and said,
> > 'the worst that could happen, I'll get tossed on my head'.
> > as her seat hit the leather, he stood like a rock.
> > with a tap of her heels, he started to walk.
> > he reined to the left and he reined to the right,
> > the bit in his mouth, he sure didn't fight.
> > he did what she asked without second thought.
> > she cantered him on and not once he fought.
> > when she returned from the ride with a tear in her eye,
> > she said, 'he's the one, would you like to try?'
> > I thought to myself as I stood at his side,
> > if this giant's that gentle, why not take a ride?
> > it had been a long time, but the look on his face,
> > said, 'hop on, my good friend, let's ride 'round this place'.
> > he gave me back part of my life that I lost,
> > I knew then I'd keep him, no matter what cost.
> > I've been offered two-thousand, and once even three,
> > but no money on earth would buy him from me.
> > You see, we share something special, this gelding and me,
> > a chance to start over, a chance to be free.
> > and when the day comes that his heart beats no more
> > I'll bury my friend just beyond my back door.
> > and over his grave I'll post a big sign,
> > 'here lives Last Chance, a true friend on mine.'
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