I Describe to My Adventure

On a Tuesday afternoon, I decide to volunteer at Fox Lake Farms. My current task is to clean up horse feces. I have been out here for an hour and the sun is making me sweat profusely. My throat starts to ache and my lips are begin to dry. Sweat flows freely from my face. My arms started to tingle. Then I started suffer minor Pulsatile tinnitus. The vinegary taste of my sweat surrounds my mouth as the stench the horse poop was excreting reaches my nose. The smell makes me cringe. Finally, I started to experience syncope. All my surroundings dissipated in the void of black I was looking straight into. I whipped my head back and forth to try to shake myself up, but to no avail. I began to quickly tire and fell to my knees. I sat there and just waited until I regained my sight. When I could see again, I stood up and finished cleaning up the poop and went and got a drink of Dihydrogen Oxide.
This experience made me realize that I always need to be prepared.

My Fascinating Comparison

I have been volunteering at Fox Lake Farms for a while and recently, I have been thinking about what that place reminds me of. Then I realized that Fox Lake Farms is like politics. The horse is like Obama or any other politician. The way that horses defecate and roam freely on the ground resembles the way politicians crap and walk all over us with their lies and empty promises. Politicians, like horses have little morals and they do what benefits them with little regard to how their actions affect the people around them. One of the biggest differences that separate the two is that horses don't usually wear suits.  

 However, not all politicians are mindless, feces dispensing, hairy beasts. Take Mister Ed for example. Unlike most politicians,  he affected the world for the better. Most everyone loved him. After I made these connections, I wrote them as an HTML list. The list is constantly growing in size. I wonder if this is all a coincidence or something more. However, I do know for a fact that I will continue my research on this topic.

My Sudden Realization

One day as I was reluctantly washing a horse at Fox Lake Farms, I was deep in thought. I was thinking about why I was doing this task, which I found unbearable. I compiled a short list inside of my head,
including some of the reasons: because I prefer a clean meal to keep me healthy, the horse smelled horribly, and if I didn’t clean the horse, he could get rain rot or rain scald. These proved to be all feasible answers in my eyes. A little bit later, my brain decided to compile a second list for me.  This time, the list contained possible benefits for my cleaning of the equine creature. That list included a horse with a clean sheath, a sparkly horse, and clean and healthy hooves. After realizing that, I fell on my backside and marveled at my vast knowledge. I learned much that day and every day forth, I continue to learn. I am eager to find out what other ways I can help horses be their best.

Benefits of Volunteering at Fox Lake Farms

Every parent wants their child to grow up full of kindness. Instead of making fun of people for their misfortunes, parents would rather want their child to help those who are less fortunate. A way people can learn kindness is to help volunteer with hippotherapy at Fox Lake Farms. One can achieve kindness while volunteering at Fox Lake Farms because the staff there displays many excellent traits: compassion, kindness, and caring. Your child learns how to be kind and compassionate from the staff’s good examples. The people there always have a smile on their faces. No matter the amount of work to do, the staff remains cheerful. This makes volunteering there a much more enjoyable and educational experience. By helping the mentally challenged patients your child understands that the things they do actually have an impact someone else. With this experience you child becomes kinder to others, opening a gateway to thousands of positive future possibilities.

My Friutful Volunteering Experience

   


One day, I woke up to find myself full of energy on a sunny Thursday. I felt productive, so I decided to go volunteer at Fox Lake Farms, a farm where people can go to help aid mentally challenged people with hippotherapy. Upon my arrival, the farm's owner noticed me and waved me over. We discussed my schedule and I told him that I could not make it next week due to school. He told me not to worry about it, gave me a shovel, and as he pointed towards a mound of horse feces in the barn, he told me to practice my politics. The diabolical smell surrounded my nasal cavities and made me feel the urge to vomit. This made me wonder if the horses are affected by the foul aroma. By cleaning after the horses, I realized that maintaining good living conditions keep the horses healthy and helps the hippotherapy patients stay healthy as well. This epiphany made me think of other ways that can improve living conditions for the horses.