My road in life has been direct.
Grew up on a farm in a bad environment; his mother was depressed, suicidal; he knew he had to get away, "break the cycle."
Worked for the railroad for a year to save up money, then bought two mules and rode from Colorado to Wyoming at age 19.
He had $500 and a pack of food; lived on beans and pancakes, was constantly lonely, but considers it all "part of the journey."
Knew he had to "live out his adventure" after watching his dad devote his life to a job he hated.
Started out as a professional polo player, but people repeatedly told him that he had a unique bond with the horses.
Began training horses through "horse whispering," extended his bond with horses into talks and demonstrations about trust, human relationships.
Had his difficulties: sometimes felt bad about how he was treating the animals, wanted to quit; found a mentor that changed his mind.
Says even after all these years, every time he steps into a pen with an unbroken horse, he's facing his fears.
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