08/08/2025
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๐ ๐ง๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐, ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐โฆ ๐
A veteran exhales.
A rescue horse leans in.
Both have ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐๐๐น๐ฒ๐ most will never see
and here, they heal together. ๐ด๐
Some battles donโt end when the uniform comes off.
For some, the war follows them homeโsilent, heavy, and relentless.
But here, at ๐.๐ข.๐ข.๐ฉ.๐.๐ฆ., ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ถ๐๐ปโ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ.
Itโs a veteran standing in the round pen with a rescue horse whoโs been through their own war before finding sanctuary here.
A horse who once carried their own scarsโ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ปโand now stands steady, breathing slow, as if to say, โ๐ฌ๐ผ๐โ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ. ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐.โ
Itโs a quiet tear turning into a deep breath.
Itโs laughter returning after years of silence.
Every Friday, weโre reminded that ๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐๐ถ๐น๐ฑ.
Not in an office.
Not with just words.
But with connectionโhuman to horse, veteran to veteran, soul to soul. ๐ด๐
If you believe every veteran deserves to come home to themselves again, ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐.
You never know who might see itโฆ and realize thereโs still a way forward.