The Struggle for Horsemanship…I'd like to share with you how much I had to fight for my horse and for horsemanship. I want to show you how love for one's spouse can be more important than fear and prejudice. If you have the time, I invite you to learn about my story:I searched for my new horse for a long time... I tested several horses in Poland, Spain, and France... And there, I was shown one that I absolutely fell in love with at first sight. I had no doubts. I decided to bring him home, get to know him, take care of him, and experience time together. Unfortunately, the idyll did not last long. About 1.5 months after his arrival, the horse was terribly spooked when I wanted to lead him from the paddock to the stable. He kicked straight at me, breaking all my ribs, damaging my spleen and lungs. In the hospital, they barely saved me by removing the ruptured spleen. I had a lot of blood in my abdomen. My lungs were so swollen that another operation threatened. My terrified husband thought he would lose his wife, and the children their mother…I won't sugarcoat it - returning to functionality took me painful months.I didn't know what would happen next. What should I do with the horse, which most likely due to stress related to transport and changing stables (or because it kicked me;) developed painful inflammation of the pylorus and duodenum. We were both out of commission and slowly recovering together. My husband couldn't understand why I wanted to go to the stable and see him. When the stall door opened, I would freeze and couldn't move. I was completely paralyzed. And so, after months of rehabilitation, step by step, week by week with the help of a trainer, I began to mount. First 5 minutes in the saddle, then 10, then 15 minutes...No one among family and friends could understand my "madness." But I simply believed in myself and in us. That I would be strong and could overcome the fear. That it was a wonderful horse that didn't mean to hurt me, that it was worth "fighting with the family"… that waited for me. It was gentle and tender. We were slowly rebuilding trust in each other...Today…My husband still overcomes his fear for me every day, so I can enjoy my passion. He can't understand what draws me to the stable but sees that the fight against it had no chance. He admires my stubbornness in overcoming fear and my valiance in wanting to keep the horse and ride it. I even persuaded him to take this joint picture with me a year after the tragedy - he knows how important it is to me ;)We are all together - the horse stayed in the family. It was even with us on vacation. And I, with optimism and full of gratitude, look forward to our future together 🙏