Tonto and Ricky’s Story

My Story, Tonto

I had a name without a family; therefore, I had no name! I had no love! I was given to a rescue, but no one who visited wanted me. I was timid. I was shy. I had no contact with humans. I was deeply afraid of those walking on two feet.

I was told that I was a cross between an Arabian and an Appaloosa. I was placed in a pasture with no care or even the slightest interest in me. At the age of 4, I was surrendered to a rescue.

One day, a kind and compassionate man named Ricky discovered me. He was known as a masterful trainer. So when he agreed to invite me to his farm, the rescue was excited and gladly delivered me right to his barn’s front door!

They ran me into a stock trailer and took off for Ricky’s farm about a couple of hours away, They happily backed up to his barn and released me while all the two legged men rushed me into a stall.

Ricky gave me a family and my name is Tonto! He began to talk with me in a kind compassionate way which was very strange. I heard and felt Ricky say, “would you just let me touch you, Thats all I ask.” I was astonished but I did. His touched changed me forever. Within a few hours he was sending photos to the rescue to show our bond.

It’s been years now and Ricky and I are inseparable. We are bonded by love. Ricky is a Christian and it shows in our love story. We hope you enjoy our photos. We want to share more of our story soon.

Love to all, Tonto and Ricky

God’s Care for Animals Shows His Love for all of us!

Second Chance Stables, Inc

My name is Ricky
My name is Tonto

3 thoughts on “Tonto and Ricky’s Story

  1. Tonto and Ricky’s story is amazing!  It really touches the heart. I love it and sure enjoyed looking at the photos! Beautiful Tonto is standing tall and confident and looking content and happy in his surroundings.

    Ricky’s touch must be the very touch of Jesus. And Tonto knew it!

    It made me think how Jesus touched the sick and hurting (like the deaf mute, the leper, the blind man). He didn’t just talk to them, he physically touched them, and they were healed. People brought their children to Jesus for Him to touch them with His hands. What a powerful blessing was in those hands…what a powerful blessing was in Ricky’s hands for Tonto.

    I can’t wait to hear more of their love story!

  2. I Love the essence of this story. Thank you Ricky and Tonto! And, thanks for the link to Second Chance Stables, Inc

    Another blog below speaks of unforced rhythms of grace found in Matthew 11:28-29 (the Message)

    I find this story to be the living of, “unforced rhythm’s of grace.”

    Wisdom is the art of living in rhythm with your soul, your life, and God. Surely Ricky’s story shows us clearly how to take steps and find our rhythm. He is a masterful horse trainer among many other titles. Yet, he takes the time to show us what giving and receiving a kindness can and does do!

    Debi in her comment above speaks about Jesus and His touch to each of us. There is a little song we often sing in our gatherings.

    🎶Reach Out And Touch The LordAs He Goes By,You’ll Find He’s Not Too Busy,To Hear Your Heart’s Cry;

    He’s Passing By This Moment,Your Needs To Supply,Reach Out And Touch The LordAs He Goes By.🎶

    Tell your story and live in the rhythm of grace and you might find many, humans and animals being touched and the beat goes on.

    My brother, George of OBX found suffering plants on a winter deserted beach to be the rhythm of grace in his life. He gave them a drink of water from his well. Even thou the ocean was the stream of Nags Head it just didn’t water the land plants. He did! He replanted and made his back yard a spot on the famous bike trail for riders to pause and enjoy plant life by the ocean.

    Oh if only we could hear the chatter from bikers, he and neighbors pausing to meet and greet and the beat goes on to The Glory of God. Dance, dance wherever you may be. 🎶 I am the Lord if the Dance said He!

    Be Blessed each day as you dance to the tune of the wisdom of grace. You will find yourself in rhythm!

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