Classes Cancelled until further notice.
Volunteers needed at our temporary home for help with horse care. Please email email@example.com if you would like to help.
To Our Extended RideAble Family
As many of you already know, as of Thursday, October 5, RideAble has cancelled all riding lessons.
We would like to thank all of our extended family who have supported RideAble through volunteering and through your generous donations. Unfortunately, we have fallen short of the amount we need to continue programming. In order avoid going into debt or disbanding the program completely, we have made the difficult decision to suspend lesson programing and move from our current location.
We regret the hardship this will place on our students who rely so much on our services and we are dedicated to building a strong organization with a more solid foundation. We invite those interested in helping the program to volunteer with the huge task of packing and moving the barn and herd, to donate financially or to join the strategic planning committee. Please contact Sandra Treadaway, Program Director, at 541-684-4623, firstname.lastname@example.org or visit www.rideable.org to make a donation today.
Many of you may think you are unable to give enough to help. But every amount helps. This week, on his last day of riding, a student came in with a handful of cash. It was his birthday money and money he earned form waxing cars from his wheelchair. This was his contribution to helping us succeed. It will not only help us to keep the herd together during this time but shows the importance of the program to our students and the community.
Please do what you can to help this program succeed and come back stronger and better than before.
Thank you to our generous sponsors!
RideAble provides horsemanship instruction for the special needs community in a safe and interactive environment. Essential life skills for each individual are developed and improved through healthy recreational riding.
“On the way to the barn I rehearsed in my head how I would approach the staff, protect my daughter, and control the session. I thought I knew best. I would make sure that my rules were followed and my child was not touched. We walked into the barn and we were greeted at once by a volunteer who introduced herself as Denise, held her hand out to my daughter and asked her if she was ready to meet her horse, Bleu. I was amazed when my daughter took her hand. Denise directed me to the other side of the arena and the two of them walked down the row of stalls with eager horses peering out at them. I walked down the opposite row of stalls and reached up to the first horse I came to and buried my face in his neck and cried. I knew that it would be okay.”