I was the only temporary stroke hero in Brain Injury Camp the camp.
Placed between disabled people and the volunteers (therapists, teenager girls and family members) and African-American caregivers.
I had a 300 mile drive to get to the camp. My muscles were stiff. I hiked around the Carefree Camp along paths, roads and terrain. The volunteers behind the wheel of the golf carts wanted to get me to sit on the backseat. I said to the pretty young woman who was at the driver seat, “I would rather walk, please”. She seemed to be blushing to her roots and said, “A walk would be nice, now”. I tipped my black felt hat at her and began to walk uphill and downhill to where the stables were.
Entering the stables, I caught wheelchair after wheelchair. The volunteers were on the 5′ wooden height position and Cody the white horse was just inches away from the towering structure. The caregiver wheeled up the disable person the 5′ towering structure. And, the volunteers maneuvered the wheelchair person, now sans l’wheelchair, gripping the disable person over Cody. The two handlers rushed into the horse and gripped the disabled person’s pants. Sometimes they needed someone who sat on the back of the disabled person’s back. The volunteer would gather up the horse’s lead and they walked off in the arena.
The radiance of the person was stunning. They begin people. Not everyday slumps. But, adventurers.
I practiced my dismounting over Cody’s back. Audrey, my teacher back in Asheville, taught me well. It’s like being able to walk. My right arm and my neck were comforted by Cody’s neck. I swung my left foot over the saddle to the other side and I kept my whole body plastered to Cody’s right flank. And, my feet found ground. I kept the volunteers at the bay and they were helpful to other ‘disabled person’s’. But, I am temporarily disable.
At Brain Injury camp, Alon discovered his ability to ride a horse was strong. He reframed his disability as just temporary. Alon still rides horses today.