he could have sat me down and told me all of that and made me feel small because my complaint and my fear was nothing next to his pain and memory. instead, he made me feel loved. meghan he said, his quiet voice that spoke with authority that meant you must obey, get back on the horse. i did. and because i was a little girl i resented it. now that i am a woman, i look back across the time and i see the expression on his face when i climbed back up and i rode again. i saw in his eyes and he said nothing is going to break you. for the rest of my life, whenever i fall down i would get back up. whenever i m hurt i-drive on. whenever i am brought low, i rise. that is not because i am uniquely virtuous. or strong or resilient. it is simply because my father,