03/11/2021
THAT KID IN THE ARENA
That kid in the arena, the girl that has it all. The one with the huge rig and multiple $25,000 horses. All of her tack matches and she always has the latest saddle pads. She’s a nice kid, but most keep their distance and talk bad about her, even the rodeo moms in the stands. Speaking of moms, hers always looks perfect, like she stepped off the runway at a fashion show during the NFR. From the outside it looks like she has everything. But the truth is her mom and dad fight, a lot, behind closed doors. Sometimes dad gets so angry he hits her mom. From all outward appearances it looks like she has the perfect family and everything a girl could ask for. But that’s not the real story behind that girl in the arena.
That kid in the arena, the boy riding broncs, he’s a hand. He’s a handsome young man. His mom is always there cheering him on. However that’s not his birth mom. See, his birth mom is in jail on drug charges and his birth father never had anything to do with him. Although most don’t know, he does. That kid in the arena is using those broncs to escape a world that most can’t fathom.
That kid in the arena, that girl running barrels, she just got out of her living quarters trailer about 45 mins ago and tacked up. Why does she have a living quarters? She’s so lucky. Or so it seems. That girl has an autoimmune disease and she gets treatments in her trailer before her runs. On multiple occasions that kid in the arena has went straight to the ER following her run. She ran sicker than most will ever be in their life but she refuses to give up on the only thing that brings her happiness. That kid in the arena just got out of her living quarters, pumped full of meds that are keeping her alive.
That kid in the arena, that little boy riding around the barrels, the one people wonder why any parent would have a boy starting barrels bc that’s a “girls sport.” That little boy is special needs, however you would never be able to tell by looking at him from the stands. Not only is he special needs, he was born addicted to drugs. At a few days old his drug addicted mother traded him for a car. Thank God the grandparents ended up with him, they are doing the best they can. They call him their son. So many don’t know their story, and that’s okay with them. Because all they want to do is give that kid in the arena a normal life.
That kid in the arena, the girl backing into the roping box, she has a learning disability. No one knows, she doesn’t talk about it. Her entire life she has been called “stupid” by her classmates. Most of her teachers gave up on her because they all said she wasn’t trying. She spent most of her life crying at night. She was told so much that she was stupid that she believed it. But that girl in the arena found a passion that she understood. She had amazing people that taught her to rope and ride in a way that she understood. That kid in the arena, she may not understand much about Algebra, but she has a thorough understanding of how to breakaway and run barrels, and that is the only thing that has gotten her through in a world that doesn’t understand her.
That kid in the arena, the little boy sliding down in the chute to ride his sheep, that kid has cancer. He still has all of his hair and you can’t tell by looking at him but he got chemo earlier in the week. That kid in the arena is taking this time to redirect his focus on holding on to something, if only for 8 seconds.
That kid in the arena, the girl others snicker at bc she’s not the best rider. That girl’s mother has cancer. Her cancer returned in not one spot but multiple spots. Her mother obtained a horse for her so that she can have something to love and concentrate on if she ever finds out that the cancer is back. You see, that kid in the arena trying to learn to lope the pattern, her mother hasn’t told her that the cancer is back. She just doesn’t want what may be her last days with her daughter to be influenced by her disease.
These kids in the arena are just a few examples of the back side of GRITTY that we can’t always share. We are sharing it now (with no way to associate names as to protect these kids) to educate rodeo youth and parents. Be kind, you never know what that kid in the arena is going through. Every kid has a story, some not as drastic as some of these but they all have one. Love these kids, support them, and if you don’t have anything kind to say, mind your own rodeo.