Tag: Eight Seconds of Grit
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Eight Seconds of Glory (And a Lifetime of Grit)
Five kids. One saddle. One mischievous brother. He kicked the horse’s flanks just to watch us fly — and it worked. Everyone hit the dirt… except me. I clung to that saddle horn like a wild-eyed rodeo queen with something to prove. That moment didn’t just leave scrapes on my elbows — it carved grit…
Wild Soul HOPE 