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I get asked from time to time why I call my horsemanship Rainbow "C" Horsemanship? My little sister Susan Renee Cantrell was born with the disease called Cystic Fibrosis. From the time that she was 6 months old my mother and father took her to Rainbow Babies and Children's Hospital in Cleveland Ohio for treatments. As a kid all I knew was that my sister was special and that she needed special medications and a special hospital. As she grew older I became aware that they called my sister a Pioneer because she volunteered to test new medications and new treatments. Some of the new drugs worked to prolong her life and some made her deathly ill. But she never faltered in being their guinea-pig as she called herself. Lots of Cystic Fibrosis patients enjoy a much longer and far better quality of life now because of Susan Renee Cantrell. Do they owe her a debt of gratitude? Susan wouldn’t think so... she wouldn’t think of herself in that way. Susan lost her battle with Cystic Fibrosis in 1985 at the ripe old age of 22. While she was alive Susan collected Rainbows. Not lots of them, but she had a few scattered here and there... When she died I promised myself, AND Susan, that Rainbow would be attached to everything that I did in life. My wife Paula Cantrell agreed and has supported my promise to Susan. Paula and I were dating when Susan died. Our farm is Rainbow farm, our dogs are Rainbows English Setters, our horses registered names start with Rainbows. Our cows were Rainbow Beefmasters. The county allowed us to name the road that we live on, and it's called Rainbow Trace. The marker on her grave has a Rainbow on it, as does my new FB cover photo that Charles Hilton did for me (God rest his soul)... Ive kept my promise to myself and to Susan all these years and it's my little way of keeping Sis alive - in me. I'm not looking for a comment or a "Like" for this story. Comment or Like it if you feel moved to do so. But that's not my motivation. Something that I won't talk about is... I miss my little Sister... I miss her everyday; even after all these years... when I see a Rainbow after a rain I smile and feel a little closer to Sis and I talk to her just like I used to. I always feel a little better when I do. She was the most courageous and amazing person that I have ever known and someday I'll see her again... Until then; Rainbow will remain a vital part of everything that I'm attached too, in honor of the memory of the only hero that I've ever had...