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I am going to tell you a true story that I have told a few times for inspiration at work, to friends and to people who have been down on their luck.

When I was young I lived through some of the worst physical, emotional and neglectful abuse a person could imagine. Through my storm I found a friend in a girl named Ashley.
Ashley was my age. She went to school with me. She was enduring the same type of life I was. We understood each other. We would often talk about what it would be like to live different lives. Every time Ashley mentioned wanting something we did not have she called it a unicorn. Ashley had a beautiful voice. She wanted to be a singer. I loved animals and wanted to some day ride a horse. We both wanted to find someone who loved us that we could trust and confide in like the other kids at school had at home. While the other girls at school had dates to dances and fancy dresses Ashley and I often pieced together whatever we had laying around and did each others hair then attended the dances together so we wouldn't be alone.
I went to school one typical week day not expecting anything unusual. As I got off the bus I noticed people milling about outside the school looking upset. The counselor, the principle and a few students I recognized seemed to be in a deep emotional discussion. They all looked right at me when I got off the bus. One student ran up to me and asked if I knew. I looked confused so she blurted out "Its Ashley! She's dead!" My heart broke instantly into a million bits. I heard someone crying loud and realized the sound had come from me.
I heard stories about what happened to Ashley. There were rumors. All I knew for sure was that my friend had not survived her storm and what's worse, she never found her unicorns! I was devastated and angry. Unicorns were not real! People like myself and Ashley never actually got to find one. We were destine to never know what it felt like to have something so beautiful, magical. For a while I felt like maybe I might die too just the same way. Time passed and at some point someone was talking with me about Ashley. I do not remember how the conversation started I just remember saying how hurt I was that Ashley had died without finding a unicorn and how I no longer believed in them. The person I said this to just smiled at me. I did not understand why they smiled so I asked what was so funny. The person said to me. " You are so upset about Ashley not finding a unicorn but she did! She found you! You were her unicorn! How could they not be real?"
All that time I had overlooked the fact that I had been the magic in my friends life. If I was a unicorn they must be real! Sense that day I have been blessed to encounter many more unicorns. They hide in the simple pleasures in life and in random acts of kindness. I try every day to be someone's unicorn. You never know when you might be giving magic to someone who has never seen it before. It takes just one person to make a difference and to help someone believe in hope.

If I win the prize I plan to use it to get a new barn to keep some horses in. I like to keep more stallions than I need so I can randomly share straws for 1hb because Unicorns like to do those sort of things ;)

I've got a true, horse-related story to share!
My father is the kind of man who, when he married my mother, could not tell you which end of a horse to put the rope on, but he was excited about her passion for horses, and he's always loved critters of all kinds. They were living in a rural area, but he biked into the nearest city for work as a bus driver everyday. With the stage set, now we can begin:
There was a pasture he would bike past that had a collection of horses, all very friendly, who would come up to the fence if you stopped. On a day when he was running particularly early for his shift, he stopped to pull some grass to hand to a very pretty bay. He stood there for a bit, cooing to her and petting her, and then was off on his way. All was well, until he came back by later, driving the bus.
To his shock and horror, the bay horse he had been feeding was flat on her side, legs out. She looked most certainly dead. In a panic, he cuts his shift short, and returns to walk to all the neighboring houses, knocking on the door so he can apologize for killing the horse by feeding her grass. No one knows who owns the horses in the pasture, and he's getting more frantic, so he calls my mom to ask what to do.
"Wait, wait, slow down. You did WHAT?" and he is forced to explain, again, that he had given her a handful of grass, not knowing it was lethal to horses. She asks if he's sure she's dead, and he agrees, describing the way she's layed flat out, like he's never seen a horse to do before.
As my mom begins to laugh at him, for 'killing' a horse by giving it grass, the mare rolls to her feet, shakes, and ambles sleepily off to the shade.
He's never lived it down, and every time anyone in my family passes a horse laying down, we are sure to ask him how exactly he killed this one.

If I win, I would use the funds to buy a pair of 120 stall barns to fill with show ponies I pick up from the auctions! I am slowly working towards a 25000 daily bonus.
Hope things get better for you soon <3<br />

I got a good laugh reading Caramias story as well. Good choice! I sent you a few straws too. I hope you get a horse to brighten your day up. This is what I got from one of the straws you sent. He is really cute!


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