Mercy Came A Runnin'

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Things got difficult however.

Mercy and I weren't doing too hot in the rodeo pen. My parents were on the verge of selling her.

Every single race, she would bow past the third barrel and get us a no time. Which means we were disqualified.

I felt so empty. So unaccomplished. We practiced so hard every day. And yet we couldn't make a clean run.

So many people were offering us lessons and help, but my mom never took me. She had given up on us. And I was beginning to as well.

I went out to talk to Mercy every night. I told her our problems. I begged her to tell me what to do. I tried so hard.

Everyone starting saying we just weren't going to click. We just couldn't do well together. She should have a rider who knew what they were doing.

I was starting to agree with them. What good was I doing her?

But one day something changed. I don't know what did. Don't ask me what happened but we threw down a clean run.

It wasn't fast but it was clean and good enough to boost my confidence.

We starting hitting more jackpots. We weren't near close to being super competitive, but we were making good, clean runs. That's all I needed. I wasn't giving up on us.