I was a
horrible equestrian.
Through
taking classes, cleaning stables—anything I could do to be part of the group, I
met many people who owned or worked with horses. So I was very fortunate when a trainer asked me to ride
an award-winning dressage show horse, up for sale at one of our local stables.
Our introduction was love-at-first-sight. The champion was as
gentle in spirit as he was breathtaking in beauty. I was awestruck and mesmerized in
the presence of Rah Sahib, the equine rock star.
Undeterred by the intermittent light drizzle, we headed down for
a workout. I anticipated a once in a lifetime experience, and His Majesty did not disappoint. On cue, Rah-Sahib took off in a stylized trot,
and then we changed to a slow canter. I had never ridden a mount so smooth,
changing leads and gaits with push- button precision.
Suddenly, disaster struck. Rah Sahib stumbled in the mud. Relieved this particular perfect storm did not lead to a tragedy for both rider and steed, we decided not to tempt fate. Our affair seemed to end nearly as soon as it started.
Not long after, Rah Sahib was sold to compete, winning more acclaim and fans. In spite of the fall, riding him was one of the best experiences of my life.
Over the years of fondly reminiscing, I often wondered about his name’s
meaning.
As Fate or God would have it, Rehras “Rah” Sahib couldn’t be a more appropriate
moniker for making dreams come true if only for a moment in time:



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