Dear Dan,
When I received your letter it made my cry,
For the only thing I thought you would say to me was I don’t care if you die.
But I see again the one that was wrong was me.
I am trying to adjust,
Adjust to the new life I will now be able to lead,
Adjust to the new home of no fear and a sense of care.
Adjust to a new life of hearing laughter instead of all the horrid ringing in my ears.
My older brother and his just married wife,
Gave me a horse that also was abused in it’s life.
He’s a muddy, scrawny, neglected three year old,
The spirit that he was born with has now left his face.
I named him Chance just to give a little faith.
Saving him, will save myself,
I helping him will help me as well.
For out of all my friends, he’s the one that will understand the most.
Which if he gets better then I will believe I will to.
But after reading your letter and you said love forever,
Does this mean you are doing what I am doing for Chance,
And giving some hope,
Because I believe things will get better and there’s a chance for surviving?