You were once the pride of your owner – strong, fast, with a shiny coat and a heart full of passion for galloping. But over time something changed. Maybe you were no longer “good enough”, maybe your owner moved, or maybe he just… stopped caring. One day he left you by the road. Alone. Disoriented, lost, but still hoping that someone would notice you. Days passed. Cars drove by, and although no one took you, many people stopped for a moment to leave a carrot, an apple, a sugar cube. It was their quiet “sorry” that they couldn’t help more. And then he appeared – a young boy, the owner of an elegant, modern stable nearby. He stopped. He didn’t just leave an apple – he threw it into the trailer. And you, hungry not only for food, but also for safety, for hope, followed him. When the trailer door closed, you were no longer a homeless horse. Something new was beginning. Silence fell over the stable as he led you in. The other horses looked up, watching their new companion. You had your own stall now—clean, soft, with a sign waiting for your name. It smelled of hay, fresh wood, peace. The next morning, the boy came in earlier than anyone else. You could tell he cared—he didn’t look at you like a trophy. He took you to the hoof-cleaning station, put on a soft halter, and began to work calmly. Starting with the left hind hoof, he removed the old shoe, gently cleaned the mud, trimmed the overgrown horns, and put on a new one. Each movement was steady, calm, as if saying, “You’re safe now.”