On a warm afternoon in June, I entered a large barn in Harvard, Illinois. The scent of hay and horses was thick in the air, and the sunlight spilled through open doorways, casting golden ripples on the shadowed floor. Walking through the barn, I noticed the horse stalls were clean and organized. Several of the horses had their heads extended from their stalls, looking for attention.
A fellow Veteran and volunteer, Mike, introduced himself as we continued walking by the stalls, which lined our path. Mike described the barn layout and talked about a few horses. A computer screen on the wall listed the scheduled riders for the day, their riding time slots, horses, and the type of riding equipment that was needed.