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Jenny grew up on her family’s farm and, from a young age, had a strong bond with a mare named Chestnut, whom she loved to care for and ride.

At times when she couldn’t be with Chestnut, Jenny thought about brushing her mare’s brown hair. Chestnut was Jenny’s best friend.

One day, when Jenny came home from riding, her parents were waiting to tell her that Chestnut was sold.

Jenny entered her house and knew her parents had bad news. “Jenny, please sit down.” her father said, waving at the couch in front of him.

As soon as Jenny sat down, her mother announced, “We just sold Chestnut to save the farm. She will be picked up on Monday. You have the weekend to say goodbye to her.”

Jenny sat still on the couch, unable to put to words the emotions that whirled. “You had to sell Chestnut? My baby? My best friend?” she asked before her tears streamed down her face.

Her father moved to sit beside her and put an arm around her. “I’m sorry, Jenny. We had no choice and did our best to find her a good home.”

Over the weekend, Jenny stayed away from her parents and spent her time with Chestnut, who detected Jenny’s sadness. They spent many hours together with Jenny whispering her farewell to Chestnut while brushing or feeding her.

On Monday morning, Jenny couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye another time, so she watched in sadness from her window while whispering towards Chestnut, “I love you, baby. You’ll always be my best friend. I hope you’ll be cared for. Live long and prosper.”

Jenny’s devastation showed for months, she just didn’t want to let go. When encouraged to find a new horse, Jenny looked for a horse with Chestnut’s color and size, as if a new horse could become Chestnut. She couldn’t build a new relationship with a new horse.

One day, her mother sat her down and said, “Jenny, I know losing Chestnut was hard, but your potential still lies with you if you’re willing to recognize it.”

Jenny shot her mother an angry glare. “Easy for you to say! Chestnut was everything to me. All the new horses don’t understand me the same way.”

“Jenny, it is you who have not been open to them. The greatest danger in times of turbulence is not the turbulence; it is to act with yesterday’s logic.  You can’t treat new horses as you treated Chestnut. You must make a new bond and start anew.”

Inspired by “The greatest danger in times of turbulence is not the turbulence; it is to act with yesterday’s logic.”-Peter Drucker