Amanda Zarin

Osbourn Park High School

Class of 2007

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Amanda Zarin - Class of 2007 - Osbourn Park High School

First Name	Amanda
Last Name	Zarin
Graduation Year	Class of 2007
Gender	Female
Hometown	Manassas, Virginia
Relationship Status	Single
About Me	"For the pathway that lies before me, My heavenly Father knows. I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments just as He unfolds the rose." I’ve been to big horse shows, tacked tricolors on my bedroom walls, folded championship coolers carefully into their cases, dusted medals, met some Grand Prix riders, felt the rush of high-stakes showing, gathered purses, ridden priceless horses, seen my name on scoreboards… at the top of the list. But, that isn’t what I wake up in the morning for. It isn’t why I smash the alarm clock to bits on a cold 4 am November morning for. It isn’t the reason I spend hours schooling horses just so they pick up their correct lead after that rollback. I don’t muck out stalls, even though I don’t have to, just to seem tough or gritty. I don’t spend an entire day grooming my horse ‘till he shines just so he’ll be cooed over and admired. Hell, I know he’s going to roll the second he’s turned out. I do it so, when I walk past his stall, he’ll crane his neck over the door just to nuzzle my face. So he knows I love him. That I’ll take care of him. I do it so when I fall off in the mud, I know he’ll stands protectively over me and snap at anyone who tries to touch me. I know he’ll gallop through the paddock, neighing, just when he hears my car rolling into the driveway. He’ll be the horse that will reach back to touch the toe of my boot with his muzzle before we step in the ring, to calm my nerves. He’ll balance me through a sloppy turn. He’ll know I love him more than I ever thought possible. He’ll know that he can trust me, and know that he doesn’t have to act like a show horse all the time. He’ll just as easily let me gallop him, bareback and in a halter, as if he was in full tack at WEF, breezing through a winning Medal. I do it so I can pull on my dusty half chaps, tie my hair up and bring my old baseball cap low over my eyes, and feel just as professional as if I had been wearing Monacos and a SpeedAir in a Grand Prix winner’s circle. I do it so when I work at the summer pony camp, and the 4 year olds watch me ride, I can be a good role model. I want them to know they can be anything they want to be. So I can see that little girl trotting around on a grade gelding, and I know she has what it takes to win a Grand Prix in the future. I do it so I can imbed that respect and love for the horse into them, because that is what makes a ride. “It’s about the horse and that’s it”. The reason I wake up in the morning is so I can look in the mirror and say, yeah, I am an equestrian. Sure, I may have ribbons and so medals, but that will never be what makes me who I am. What defines me is my love for the sport, the animal, and my acceptance of the hardships, the trials, the blood, and the tears. It’s the passion that’s the basis for every successful equestrian. It’s as simple as that. "The world takes us to a silver screen on which flickering images of passion and romance play, and as we watch, the world says, “This is love.” God takes us to the foot of a tree on which a naked and bloodied man hangs and says, “This is love.” - Joshua Harris - I Kissed Dating Goodbye When God allowed me to have depression and anxiety, He whispered, “Nothing can touch you unless I let it.” When they overtook me like a plague, a blindfold was placed over my eyes for the first time in my life. When I was bumbling around in a panic, He whispered, “Let your faith let you be sure of what you hope for. Let it bring certainty of that which you do not see.” When, in the pouring rain, I cried out, “God, where are You?” He whispered, “I never left your side.” But I could hardly hear Him. When I mumbled, “Why have You allowed Your daughter to be consumed by the darkness?” He whispered, “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness will never overcome it.” When I could no longer feel the sun on my face, I wailed, “When will this storm let up?” He whispered, “The world will always be stormy and never bring you peace, but I am your shelter.” When I allowed myself to sit down in the middle of this dark forest and murmured, “How will I ever get out of here if I cannot see the way?” He whispered, “I am the Way. Trust in Me and I will never lead you astray.” “I don’t know what the truth is anymore,” I wept, and He whispered, “I am the Truth, and I know you.” “My life is going nowhere,” I persisted. “I cannot pick up the pieces and move on.” He whispered, “I am the Life, and I will make you whole again. And until you can walk, and run, and leap, and soar on your own, I will carry you.” When I finally allowed myself to be comforted, I said hushedly, “Daddy? What is the point of this?” He whispered, “That My work may be seen through you, that My mighty hands might work in your weakness.” “I’m scared,” I said softly. He whispered, “Child, everything will be okay.” And in my fragmented, tired, tried heart, I started to b...(read more)