Thought for the day
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who as the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. [Theodore Roosevelt]
Thursday, November 4, 2010
This girl riding the horse is in her 20′s – her dad just died 24 days before this performance. You can hear her dedication to him just before her performance. Notice that it is just her and the horse – no bit, no saddle. She just uses signals and verbal cues, she’s mute. Oh yeah, this isn’t even her horse. She is training it for someone else, although she obviously has a relationship with this one.