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Half Broke Horses


This is twice now that I've read this book from Jeannette Walls.  A fun story about Jeannette's family in an honest and straightforward way without apology or excuse.  

I love this book!!!  She validates my viewpoint of similarities between people and horses.  My time growing up with the horses taught me so much about the kids that I am around today.  The primal fear of the horse is so similar to the fear the half broke horses that I am around.

"The problem with half-broke horses like these, was that no one took the time to train them."(p.49)  She was explaining to her daughter this simple truth.  Broke but not trained.  So much could be said about this.  They were usable.

My husband asks, "What if half broke is who they are?  What if they are just fine that way?"  I told him to read the book.

I was also thrilled with her teaching philosophy and how it relates to the Strength Based push of today.  She said, "I never met a kid I couldn't teach.  Every kid was good at something, and the trick was to find out what it was, then use it to teach him everything else." (p.64)  

Really knowing them and what they love and what they are good at.  I think about how Jesus walked around the country side and used what the people around Him loved and were good at and understood to teach them spiritual truth.

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