Rescued from a kill pen at 18 months because of his beauty, he went through a few owners and ended up being labeled "hopeless" within time. Extremely terrified of people, he hid in the corner of a stall and was unapproachable with a broken halter hanging from his face. I had to become his only source of food and water. So, we stripped his stall and I made frequent visits offering each. Within two weeks I got his halter off and he would let me into his stall without bolting in panic. Time doesn't heal wounds, but it gives you a chance to replace lies with truth. He had to trust me if he wanted to be at peace. So, day by day trust built and as a routine was learned, confidence grew. Consistency and desperately needed leadership brought him a calmer heart. Our trainer, who had helped me get him to the ranch, and was leading me through the process, fell in love with him and his incredible surrendered heart. She saw the lightness and offered to purchase what she saw as a potential "super horse". But there was a teen who loved him. There was a deep connection growing between them and they were teaching each other about surviving the heartbreaks of life. So, Sydney adopted Mocha. The two have since become poetry in motion, literally. Through their bond, others are inspired and God is glorified.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will direct your path." Pro 3: 5-6