04/26/2026
StoryTime: Enter the Patels — Bhavinkumar and Karishma
The first time I met them was at the Camp Robinson rest area outside Mayflower,Arkansas . That was our final leg before heading to the Capitol—and some much-needed R&R. They came by to greet us and see the horses. I had been taking a power nap, and when I woke up, they were already there.
We started talking casually, and it quickly turned into a joyful conversation. They shared that in their Hindu faith, horses are highly respected—and if seven horses are coming toward you, it’s a good sign. I told B, “Well, you’re gonna have to help me line these bad boys up side by side.” He laughed.
The next day, they came back and dropped off carrots and apples—but I missed them.
On the third day, I had planned to bless all the riders with a hotel night—showers and a good night’s rest. But everything was running behind. We were packing, breaking in a new horse, and I had to run a few riders to Cavender’s for last-minute gear. I got back to camp and started inhaling dinner so I could get everyone to a Days Inn. It was already 4 PM, and I was moving fast.
Then the Patels pulled up.
They came to drop off snacks. I greeted them and told them we were in a bit of a rush trying to get rooms for the riders. Bhavinkumar and Karishma calmly said, “Oh… we own a hotel.”
I hit them with my best Gary Coleman voice: “Whatchu talkin’ about, Willis?”
They smiled and said, “Yeah, if you want, you guys can come use ours—for free.”
Man… I almost fell out of my boots.
I couldn’t pack fast enough. We loaded up and headed over, and let me tell you—their place had the COLDEST A/C I’d felt in days. I slept like a baby until 2:30 AM, woke up, and hit the Waffle House next door.
Skyline Inn — thank you.
Huge gratitude.
You never know who God sends into your path—knowingly or unknowingly—to bless what’s ahead of you.
🥰 The Patels