Trying Not To Fall

All I remember is they were building a fence.  A horse fence.  Not a cow fence.  Horse fences are made from wood and cow fences are made from barbed wire.  This one was for horses and only the bottom board was in place.

It wasn’t that high off the ground, but it seemed high to me.  I was going to walk on it; there was no doubt in my mind.  I only had to get the courage.  I knew I could do it, but there were obstacles to consider.  On one side of the fence was a muddy ditch and on the other, piles of manure.  I was going to have to be careful.  Very careful…

That’s what it seems like sometimes.  Like I’m walking along the top of that narrow fence trying not to fall.  My ankles are wobbly and my leg muscles are aching; hopping down is not an option.  I just concentrate on walking until I get to the end.  Once I’m there, I hop down full of pride and run through the pastures.  Somehow I always make it.  But, with every success there is still doubt.  I still worry that one day, if I’m not careful, I’ll end up covered in mud.  Or manure.  Or maybe even break my ankle.

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