Technically, I have already been blessed with my heart horse. She arrived in my life just when I needed her most. Bay and beautiful with just the right amount of chrome, her and I have become soul mates over the past six years - she would do anything for me and I would do anyting for her in return.

There are only two things I would change in regards to my wonderful partner. First, I would love to carry on a coverstaion with her. I have a feeling she would be slightly sassy with a touch of a teenagers attitude, but there would always be love in her tone.

Secondly, as any horse owner who cherishes their time with their mount, she would have her own room in my house. There is a comfort when she is near and although it may get messy, a perfect world would also include the perfect horse-sized bathroom just for her.

@kjbaum

I have already had the unbelievable privilege and honor to own the horses of my dreams.

From the time I could walk, I always wanted a horse of my own. These beautiful, graceful creatures who were so magical in their own way, I was under their spell.

In the fourth grade I drew a picture of my ideal horse and my mother kept it.

Through my life I collected horse figurines and the Breyer horses of course.

The whole time knowing I could never own a real horse because I was too poor.

Then after my children were grown, my sweet husband bought me my first horse!

The horse was a beautiful black and white full blanket spotted with lightening marks and striped hooves. His name was Kemosavi or Mo for short.

Mo was the same horse that I drew in school.

From the moment I met him, I felt like I was meeting my brother. We were soulmates in every sense. He took care of me when we rode out he never spooked, he always stepped carefully and he had a sense of knowing where I wanted to go without me having to reign him or leg him. We communicated without speaking.

Mo was my very best friend and I still grieve loosing him. He was my heart and soul.

"How much is it to rent a car?!" I wailed with a shriek.

"$1297." The car rental sales agent answered back unenthused. In Denver, Colorado, I was so excited to see my boyfriend and go snowboarding. I had just been fired from my second job, this was the first time I could see him in two months and this was not going to be an obstacle between me and my vacation.

"Yeah," The car rental guy went on. "To get over the mountain between here and Crested Butte, you have to drive a four-wheel-drive or have car with chains. Plus, you're under 25 years old... there's an additional fee each day for that."

I turned to my boyfriend, "Michael, that's insane. What should we do?"

He looked down for a second, put his hand over his head and contimplatively sighed, "What if we bargain with an uber driver to take us over the mountain?"

Before I could do anything, he walked out of the rental area and called a car.

"Thank you," I turned to the agent and ran out to meet Michael.

Before I knew it, Michael had already called a car. The lady driver in the front seat was nodding perfusely. I smiled at her with a warm smile.

"She said she'll take us over the mountain."

"Oh! Great! Thank you so much!"

The lady driver reached over for a whiteboard next to her seat and went on to write out a message. She had this girl-next-door kind of style and she was driving a blue Toyota. "You're welcome! My name is Marcy. I had throat surgery recently and can't talk but I am happy to drive you over the mountain to Crested Butte. I'm good with $200."

Well, that's odd but okay! I thought, maybe not a bad deal.

Two hours into the drive, a snowstorm hit. The road was so icy, we were slipping left and right on the pass. I could see the dread of fear in Marcy's eyes. She pulled over to write on her white board.

"Hi guys - I am so sorry. The roads are getting bad and I need to make it back home to my daughter. Is it okay if I drop you off in Highland Park, Colorado? I promise it's a safe, cool, town and you should be able to find an uber driver there to take you over the mountain."

I looked at Michael, "She's right... the roads are getting bad and we'll be okay. I'll look to see if we can book a Super 8. Any town with a Super 8 Motel is a quality town.

"Totally fine. We understand." Michael read my mind and let Marcy know immediately so that we could get off our icy cliff of doom.

In twenty minutes, we arrived at Highland Park. The town is a normal tourist spot for avid kayakers and hikers. We paid Marcy her $200 for doing her best (so much less than what we would have originally paid), and walked up to the Super 8.

"Could have been worse," I mentioned to Michael. Both of us were exhausted at this point. "We could have died."

We both laughed and hobbled all of our stuff to the front desk. The golden name plate displayed "Vrajesh Patel".

"Hello!" I opened with a smile. "I booked a room for two."

With a look of disdain yet quizical curiousity he processed our booking. "You're all set."

Michael and I finally had some alone time together. I was working in Los Angeles as a TV Development Assistant and he was in Massachusetts. I met him while he was working a contract position at Google as an Engineer . We started dating as a distance relationship and hadn't seen each other in person for two months. I missed him a lot and embraced the alone time. Not to disappoint the readers, but we were too tired to do anything and went to bed. The next morning is the actual, fun part of the story.

"Good morning, Vrajesh!" Maybe it was the adventure, or maybe it was seeing Michael, who knows. I just remember having this enthusiastic, jovial spirit that I couldn't help exuding.

Vrajesh look startled, "I think that is the first time I have ever heard someone say my name correctly."

I laughed, "Oh - Ever heard of Edison, New Jersey?"

"Ah!" His sunken eyes lit up with a stark spark. "Yes, Oak Tree Road?"

"Yeah!" I answered back. "That's my hometown."

Michael looked at both of us perplexed.

Noticing his confusion, I informed, "Edison, New Jersey has the second highest population of Indian immmigrants in the United States."

Vrajesh smiled. "Checking out?"

"Actually we're in a bit of a pickle." I began, "So, we have been trying to get over the mountain but our ride couldn't drive us over. Do you happen to know any car service or know any uber drivers in town to take us? According to my app, there's only three..."

"That's because there are only three uber drivers in town. I have there numbers do you want them?"

Thus began our hunt for a ride over the mountain in Highland Park, Colorado.

After contacting three uber drivers and combing the town of possible trustworhy drivers, we ended up paying this young high school couple to drive us to Crested Butte for $150. Lidya & Susan were a commited duo who had a pickup truck that could drive us over the mountain. Upon entering the car, I looked up to see a bunch of printed out meme's and photos of the equestrian/horse love theme. I've never witnessed such horse love in my life.

#Truestory

Thank you for the challenge!

Ace