Local Wildlife

We have some amazing trout up here...Dave got this one up in a high mountain lake



Saw this loverly rattler while riding with Dave Roevers guys



We have tons of pronghorn around here...just yesterday I saw one stuck on a barbed wire fence. It took him about five minutes of struggle to get through. He was a little...how shall we say...hefty ;) lol



We have a hummingbird feeder right outside our back door, and at any point of the day we have about eight of them drinking. Occasionally they get in the house, and we have to help them find their way out.




This is what we call a "Demon Squirrel"...see the horns?




I love the elk...we saw these on our way to go fishing in the Arkansas one day.

Testimony

Yeah, Yeah, I know, I have to do better at updating this thing. Sorry. I'll work on it. So what's been going on lately? Hmmm...Well, I broke up with Jon-Michael. There were a lot of reasons, but I know it was what God wanted and it feels like there's a huge weight off my shoulders. And since I broke up with him, God has brought me a really strong christian friend that is actually my age (gasp! rare here in the valley), and I'm also trying to start a bible study since there are some interns over at Horn Creek that I know are around my age. Plus, I found a church here in Westcliffe that I really enjoy

One of the things I wanted to do today was to write a "Client Testimonial" that we can use when we call people to try to get support. It's basically the same testimony that I use when I speak in churches or to people, but in a format you can read over the phone. Mom, please don't cry. I love you, and the girl that all of this happened to isn't me anymore.





Client Testimonial


March 29, 2006

Slowly I popped the little pills out of their foil and let them plop into my well-used coffee mug. One hundred and sixty of them. One hundred and sixty little ways to end my pain. Methodically I picked up the bits of foil and threw them into my otherwise empty trash can. My room was immaculate. My three page letter entitled “My Last Will and Testament” was written, and placed exactly in the center of my desk. There was only one thing left that I wanted to do before I died.

I went down the hall to collect my friend, and together we walked upstairs to another friend’s room, where we spent an hour getting high. All I could think of was, It’s ok. Soon it will all be over and I won’t hurt anymore. My arm throbbed where I had a few weeks earlier spent an hour burning nine perfectly round cigarette holes into it after my boyfriend got through raping me. As we finished toking up and left the room, my friend called after me, “see you tomorrow sunshine!” No you won’t, I thought. Not ever again.

Back downstairs, I locked my door and called my roommate to make sure she was spending the night with her boyfriend. Then I sat at my desk and began to swallow handfuls of pills. I swallowed pills until I got dizzy, and then I watched the printed words “Last Will” grow blurry before my eyes. I will never know why I did it, but in my last moments of consciousness I picked up my cell phone and called my mother, asleep in bed 100 miles away.

“Mommy,” I said, my speech thick and heavy. “Mommy, I need help. You have to call *****.” I dropped the phone and stumbled to the lower bed: my roommate’s bunk. As I lay there, drifting in the semi-conscious place between waking and sleeping, I heard the phone ringing and the campus police leaving a message. I tried to go get the phone, but my limbs were numb, asleep, dead. Just like me, I thought. Dead. I fell asleep.

I woke up, three days later, in the ICU. Nobody knew why I was alive. I should’ve been dead. The doctors were amazed. I was sent to the psychiatric unit. Thankfully I have almost no memory of the time that passed between falling asleep that night, and several weeks later. It is a blank spot in my mind.

When I got out of the hospital my family and I went to Colorado to an amazing place called the Ranch of Hope. There my life changed. At first I refused to talk about God, or allow Hope or Dave to pray in front of me. But as they began to talk to me and care about my pain, my heart began to soften. On Good Friday, April 2006 I recommitted my life to Jesus. My counselor helped me deal with the pain of my past that caused me to want to die. They helped me see that with God, I still have a future. The fire in my heart was rekindled, and once again I have joy, peace, and hope for the future. In the months since I left the Ranch of Hope, God has worked miracles in my life. I used the tools that I was taught at the Ranch of Hope to let God to heal my heart. I am fulfilling a dream of helping people, in a ministry that I believe God is directing. I am a child of the King, and He wants better for me than I could ever imagine for myself.


For more information on how we can help you, please contact the Ranch of Hope at (719) 783 9642

Ranch of Hope

I arrived in Colorado exactly one week ago today.

It was quite a trip. It took me about two and a half days. I left my house friday afternoon, and drove to my great great aunt's house in Ohio. Saturday I was going to spend the night in Missouri, which I did, but I had a wonderful little adventure about 80 miles from my hotel. My tyre blew out! I would be more than happy for that never to happen again. I had SUCH an adrenaline rush. I unloaded all my earthly possesions from my trunk to the side of the road, changed the tyre, and coaxed my girl into town. Got a new tyre the next morning and headed to Colorado. I think I probably drove across the most awful ugly states in the USA, too! I got to "my" mountain late Sunday night. It was a fun drive. I listened to lots of radio and books on CD. I am SO glad to be back in Colorado. There is no better place to be, and no place that feels more like home. Hope and Dave got home late Monday night. We haven't done a lot this week. A little work here and there, but this was really their week to relax. Today we went to church in Pueblo west, then had a lovely scenic Sunday drive for a while. We saw a huge golden eagle, which stopped to preen on a crag on the mountain and let us watch it through the binocs. It's been a really nice week what with getting to know them a lot better, going down into the springs, sitting in on a counseling session, going riding, hiking, communing with God, swinging up on lover's roost (with God), and on and on. I am so excited to be starting a life out here. Tomorrow, for Memorial day, I am going riding with a bunch of people and then one of the Taylor's friends is having us over for lunch. We were supposed to have clients next week, but I think they've backed out so I need to look for a job. Sayonara!

Work

This is me before work. This is what I get to wear every day. T-shirt, jeans, boots, baseball cap, sunglasses. It rocks. It doesn't even have to match! Although I usually make that much effort at least. Anyways I know some of you have wondered what, if anything, I do these days. I work for an Equine (horse) vet, and we mostly take care of polo ponies. My day starts at 8:30 AM. I go to the office and stock up the truck with medicines of every variety, bandage material, surgical supplies, etc. I clean everything, sweep out the car, and so on and so forth. Then we head out. We go to several different farms, sometimes we have them on a schedule and sometimes they don't call with a problem but when we get there they bring out five or six horses and we're there for hours. Which can be a little irritating. We do surgeries and a lot of X-rays and ultrasounds on injured legs. One of my jobs is to set up the X-ray or the ultrasound machines. Which can get old on days when I have to do it a lot. Mostly it's okay though. It's a pretty cool job. I have learned a lot and met lots of great horses and famous people. And this whole post sounds like I'm a hick with no writing skills but I'm tired so this is what you get!

Colorado

So I'm going to be moving to Colorado and here's how it happened.

Sunday April1 2007

9:23 AM: Dave and Hope Taylor from the Ranch of Hope where my family went last spring sent me an email saying to call them, they needed to talk to me.

2:30-is PM: My boss, Equine Vet Hall, takes me out to lunch to relax a while before we go see our next clients. Over coffee he breaks it to me that I'm going to be laid off because of a lack of summer business and lack of funds. Bummer. This job was supposed to be pretty permanent. Now what do I do. Oh, I know. Go to Tackeria and get a hug from my roomate. Go home. Call my parents. What do they tell me? You belong in Colorado. Call Dave and Hope and see if they need any help. I agree, but plan to put it off for a few days.

Late in the evening: I am on the phone with my christian girlfriend from NY. I open my email. I see an email that says Dave Taylor, and before I even open it I know exactly what is coming.I hang up with my friend and open the email. I call Dave and Hope before I finish reading it. They want me to come. To pray and consider God's will. I tell them I don't need to. There is no coincidence, and for me to lose my job after they had prayed for me to call them isn't coincidence. I told her I was as good as there. God's been planning this one for quite a while.

V. Excited. Sorry I know I left out a lot of detail but it happened a week ago and also it is past midnight. Anyways, I know that they still have to talk to their board of advisors about me, so we'll see what happens. But it seems to be pretty much a God-thing and I believe it's His will because everything was to slick for it not to be. PTL.

FLYING!!!

I had SUCH a super-cool day today. I went FLYING!!!!!!!!! My friend Andrew is a commercial pilot and his roomate owns a Cessna 172 that he lets Drew use if he pays for the gas. So he took me up for 2 hours. And, not only did we go flying, but I got to take off. All by myself! And I did all the flying to get over the Everglades, and then we did a whole bunch of touch-and-goes and I got to (attemp) to land for three of them. With lots of help. Drew walked me through it doing it himself the first time. Then my first time I only got the back wheels down before we had to take off, the second time...well, not successful, and the third time...I did it!! Not smoothly, and with help on the rudder and such, but still! Then he took over and practiced himself. But while we were over the Everglades we did SO much cool stuff. He taught me how to do a basic stall, which I did and he said I would have passed my test, then he taught me a stall with flaps, but I went too far off my heading to pass that one. The he did these negative G's, ( like in the space shuttle where everything floats) Yes, we only did them for a few seconds, but we definitely FLOATED along with the clipboard and the stuff in the back seat. TOO AWESOME!!! I guess it was pretty obvious how much I loved that because he did it a bunch more times. I didn't even realize you could do that in a small plane. We did a bunch of other great stuff too, and I got to do the basic flying for a lot of it. It was just SO much fun. I still want to get a pilots license. Sometimes I wish I had taken the offer from Embry-Riddle. Oh well. It was just a really great day. Oh yeah, the pic is not the plane we were in, but it's the same kind. Just so y'all have an idear what it looks like.

My mommy always told me I was special

My mommy always tolded me that I was the specialest oldest girl in my family. I don't have any idea what that means but I think it's good. I'm just glad I don't have to ride that silly little bus to school any more...

My daddy bought me these teeth at blockbuster for 50 cents. That means he loves me thiiiiiiiiiis much! Speaking of my daddy he came to visit me for a couple days last week which ROCKED!!! We went on an airboat ride in the swamp and we almost got eated by a thing that looks like a log an an an then i almost falled off the boat an then this big birdie came and it hit my daddy on the head with its wings and then the guy that droved the boat said daddy had to swim for shore cuz he was bad luck and I sed dont worry daddy i wont let you drown ill save you so i diveded in but the problem was that that that the swamp is less than a foot deep.

Okay, only part of my story is true. I'll let you decide for yourself though. ;)