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Chapter 16: Brandon—Cerebral Palsy
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113 Chapter Sixteen Brandon—Cerebral Palsy OnedaywhileIsatinthereceptionroomtogetarespitefromthe Texasheatinthearena,thefrontdooropened.Abeautifulladywith darkcurlsandareadysmileentered,pushingawheelchairinwhichsat afrailteenagerwithhisarmsaroundalittleboyperchedinhislap. InstructorTracyWinkley1 cameinfromheroffice,greetedthemand introducedherself. “I’m Melissa Turner,” the lady replied. “This is my son Brandon Barnetteandhislittlebrother,Nathan.” “Hi guys,” Tracy said as Nathan slid to the floor and joined his motheronthecouch.“Doyouthinkyou’dliketorideahorse,Brandon ?” “Umm,yes,”Brandonsaidtentatively,hiseyeswideasheglanced aroundathismotherandbrother. “Howoldareyou?”Tracyasked. “Fourteen.” “My,you’reatallfellowforyourage,”shesaid,kneelinginfrontof hischair.“Canyoustandonyourown?” Brandonshookhishead. “Notwithoutalotofhelp,”Turnersaid. “Okay,Brandon,let’scheckyouoversowecanseewhichoneof ourhorseswillsuityoubest,”Tracysaid.Shegentlytuggedonelegto straightenit.“Tellmewhenyoufeelthis.”Sherepeatedtheprocesswith hisotherleg. horse2.indd113 3/11/052:09:37PM PROFILES 114 “Whatkindofhorsesdoyouhave?”Brandonasked. “Well,abouteverykindthereis.Wehavetallonesandshortones, somearefatandsomearelean.Ibetwehaveonethat’sjustrightfor you.” “Iwannaridetoo,”Nathansaid. “Ifiguredyouwould,”Turnersaidwithagrin,lookingbackand forthathertwosons.“We’llseewhatwecandolater,Nathan.Right nowweneedtogetBrandonstartedbecauseit’llmakehimfeelbetter. Wewanttodothat,don’twe?” “Sure,”Nathansaid.“Canhestarttoday?” InstructorGeorgeWinkleywalkedinandmetthenewarrivals.He tookBrandon’shandinhis.“Howstrongareyou?”Theboysqueezed hishand.“Wow,youarestrong.Youhavelotsofupperbodystrengthto helpholdyourbalanceonthehorse.Let’sseehowtightyourthighmuscles are.”HekneeledandeasedBrandon’slegsapart.“Tellmewhenit startstogetuncomfortableforyou.” The legs didn’t move very far before Brandon gave a signal but Georgesaid,“Yes,wehaveahorsenarrowenoughtofityou.Naomi,put thelargeanti-castonDancer,please.” Inthearena,Tracyselectedahelmetfromaclosetandreachedout toplaceitonBrandon’shead. Jerkingbackward,hesaid,“Idon’twanttowearthat.” “I’mafraidyouhaveto.It’stherule.Youcan’tridewithoutahelmet .Pleaseletmeputitonyou?” HelookedaroundatGeorge,whonodded. “That’sright,Brandon.Butit’llfeelokay.Waitandsee.” “Well,allright,”hesaid,butdidn’tsoundconvinced. WhileTracyfastenedthehelmet,IledDancerbehindthemounting platformandtightenedthegirthontheanti-castoverathree-quarterinch pad. AsGeorgepushedthewheelchairuptheramp,followedbyTurner andNathan,Brandonsaid,“Isthatasaddle?Wherearethestirrups?” Theinstructorexplained,“Brandon,you’llbeclosertothehorsesitting onthepad,soyoucanfeelmoreofhiswarmth,andhismovement. Itwillstretchandrelaxyourmusclesmorethanifyourideinasaddle. horse2.indd114 3/11/052:09:38PM [18.191.135.224] Project MUSE (2024-04-26 10:40 GMT) BRANDON 115 “Naomi,bringDancerin,please,”hesaidoverhisshoulder,then askedBrandon,“Howdoesthehelmetfeel?Itmakesyoulookrealathletic .” Theboyshrugged.“Umm,it’sokay.” When the small palomino gelding stood between the platforms quiet as a statue, with Tracy on the off side, George lifted his client tohisfeetandturnedhiminpositiontositonthepad.Thinfingers clutchedGeorge’sarm,“tightasavice,”hetolduslater.Afterpositioning Brandonsidewaysonthepad,andgentlyswingingtherider’sright legoverDancer’swithers,hesaid,“Youhavetoturnlooseofmy...