When she was twelve, J. B. Cantwell flew across the field, bareback on the crazy mare who loved to run. She pushed her faster, faster, not caring if she might fall to the hard ground below. The joy came from the challenge of staying on, the pride of knowing that she had the skill and the heart and the courage to grip hard and ride. Life is like that crazy mare. You never know if she'll step right or left, or stay quietly still and give you a moment to breathe. Everyone has a story to tell.