Ever since a horse galloped back to the stables, screeched to a stop, and threw me through the barn window, I've distrusted horses. Then my future brother-in-law put me on a bucking, spinning wild horse on purpose, just for fun. Those events taught me that horses aren't for me. But other people love them. In this case, I sent two gift-wrapped books to a corporate client who owns a horse with the following note.