My youngest daughter is into Rodeo’s. Her events are Barrel Racing and Pole Bending. She’s really come a long way, just a couple years ago she could barely stay on a horse let alone race around a pattern as fast as the horse could go. I’m am so proud of her, not as a dad who has something to brag about, but proud of her for the what she’s accomplished and that confidence she’s built in to herself, by herself.

A good part of the summer weekends are spent at local rodeo’s and to be honest I am actually jealous. Jealous of my daughter and all the other kids that happily jump on the back of a some what tamed animal. When I say kids I mean it, from 4 to 17 years of age.

A couple months back one little girl about 7, fell off her horse will racing around metal barrels. Face first, right in the dirt. She was up, licky split with a smile on her face…

This past weekend an older girl raced down to the end of the arena to pick up a tiny thing, about 6 years old off the top of the barrel, they call it barrel pick-up. The objective is to run down, swoop the pick-up-ie off the barrel and race back across the timers. Best time wins. As happens some times, all didn’t go so well. They both end up on the ground. The little one wasn’t exactly smiling as Dad did his best to make it all better. With the mixture of scared and getting some of the wind knocked out of her, she was a little upset, to say the least.

Less then 5 minutes later, this sweet 6 year old was on her own horse running down to pick some one else up.

Some of these same kids get on the back of a 1,000 lb bull and try to hang on for 8 seconds. Often getting stepped on and trampled. The next night they are suited up, ready to take another wild ride.

As adults, when and how did we lose our fearlessness? I’m sure you’ve heard it before… If you knew you Couldn’t Fail, what would you Try?” If you were once again Fearless, what could you accomplish?



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