Generational Wisdom

Over the last few years, I have been surrounded by arrogant twenty-somethings.

These young people I have encountered haven’t been just in one situation, but a series of events in my life. At the risk of sounding like my mother, I am deeply concerned about the future as a result: both the future health and happiness of my horse, and future economic and moral health of America.

The first such arrogance has been an on-going situation at the facility where we board my daughter’s horse. I had been a client there since 1993 – first with the pony, then an Arabian gelding (who we later sold because he was evil) and now with Fanny, our retired 32 year-old mare. I shudder to think how much money I have spent over the last 20 years there. In fact, my common sense won’t allow me to do the math. I don’t mind spending money if I get what I pay for, which I did, until a few months ago.

The owner of the stable died in February, 2006. I knew there would be changes as a result, but had no idea how bad things would really get. I fully supported the new folks in charge. I offered my help (as much as I could give while running a business), talked up the barn and their staff at every opportunity, and kept our horse there to help them meet some financial demands they were faced with.

The place is run by a group of young people (all twenty-somethings) who I have learned simply won’t listen to suggestions, wisdom, and common sense. The stable manager recently quit (a 40-something with 20 years of experience), leaving the naive ones in charge. Since her departure, the horses hadn’t been fed on time on several occasions, and my own horse was turned out with a large herd of young and energetic horses, when in fact she should have been turned out on a limited schedule, in a small level area with one or two buddies.

We’d had a few health scares with Fanny that was pretty much all age related. The last straw was a nasty fall she took in the pasture and was subsequently beaten up by the young herd. She could barely walk after, and I nearly had to put her down. The young ones couldn’t be bothered with turning her out in a small group – it would take too much effort on their part.

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