Gabriel
Watching Jeanie work with the kids was amazing. I mean, I’d watched her work with drunks and addicts like me. I knew that she was a very patient, no-nonsense woman. But with the kids there was this whole other side of her that was gentle and nurturing. And the way the kids responded to her was awe inspiring. Like little flowers opening to the sun.
The surprising thing was that there wasn’t a lot of talking. When someone said therapy, I thought of the psychologist at Spring Hill asking me annoying questions like, “How did that make you feel?”
Jeanie seemed to be letting the horse do all the work, which was cool to witness.
But that last kid, he was something else.
He looked like a little old man sitting in an old wheelchair, his hair was neither blond or brown but some non-de
