When Bob and I went to court regarding the lawsuit over the loss of his leg we sat in the court room and a famous attorney walked up to us and asked us if we were involved in the lawsuit which involved people dieing on a ferry in N.Y., I told him no we were not and he said “do you know who I am” and I said yes and he said to me “well you now have met me” and I told him “and yes, you now have met me, also”. So you’re famous? So you have a name? Should I bow to you? Should I ask for your autograph?
I think not because I have learned long ago all of us put our pants on the same and when you brag about your status in life then you are a nobody because you rely on your fame to open doors. People want to be associated with fame and fortune because it does open doors but who are these people anyway? They do not know as they have lost themselves along the way but some still use their fame to get their way. Today, is the Kwame Kilpatrick final closing arguments in court and I have no doubt I will see him and I have no interest in meeting him.
Today, is the beginning of the end of my fight in court regarding felony charges against me involving my dad and I am not scared one bit and will be glad when it’s over. It will be over no later than Wed and may be done as early as today, that is if Vonda, the judge decides that she will get out of bed at 8 a.m. and be on time but good old Vonda likes her natty hair done and makeup applied strategically. Maybe I am just to lazy or do not care enough to apply layers of makeup on myself and my hair is just fine as far as I see.
I don’t hide under clothing or makeup and I am not afraid to let people see me when I wake up because this is Kimberly, stripped down and naked for the world to see as she truly is. I am a stallion, I am beautiful, strong and majestic and the stallion in me is a pretty damn good one indeed. I have always loved horses and have found my happiest days when I was riding my horse as a child, we rode bareback as I couldn’t afford a saddle for many years but riding bareback I was one with him.
There is something about riding a horse that I connect with, feel at home with and accept myself for who and what I am, riding as a child taught me so much, it taught me that even a giant can be gentle and it taught me to have faith in myself and my abilities. Horses are wonderful therapy for our souls and they can show us life as it is not as it should be. There is no other feeling comparable with riding a horse, riding makes you one with nature and life and it teaches us to appreciate the beauty before our eyes.
I miss riding and haven’t ridden in years but the touch of the mane and feeding an apple or carrot to a horse puts me in a place of total solitude and I become one with these majestic animals. If only I could go back in time, to the moments of riding the range I would go back so fast but I cannot and all I have is memories of how peaceful I felt when I was riding. I mucked stalls and cleaned hooves and it never occurred to me that I would be without my horse, but life changes and we lose what we most love, never being able to replace it or them.