I used to be a bit of a thrill chaser when I was younger. Show Jumping seemed to be made for me. That feeling of being suspended and moving through the air was the closest I have ever felt to flying. It was addictive. A foolish, immature rider who didn’t know her limits, one day in the distant past, I pushed horse after horse and thought tired, got on the 5th, Power of Faith. Our largest thoroughbred show jumper he made me feel like I was riding the wind. And then he tripped.