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I'm not an influencer. I am just a regular guy trying to make a difference in this world, helping people. I struggle and feel pain just like everyone else. I self fund 90% of Diego Ranch, and that's OK with me. Once you have heard a nonverbal child speak for the first time because of your horses, your life will change forever. I'm asking if you can please help by purchasing a T or making a donation because I promise we are very much worth your love and support. THANK YOU ♥️ Click on the link below to help https://t.co/agJaHQDtJ4

I am getting so close to having my new children's book complete. This will be the front cover along with MINI MAGGIE'S MIRACLES: True Tales from Diego Ranch by Michael Jackson.... Yes, that's my name LOL I can't wait for this day. I'm Just a regular guy trying to make a difference in the world with my little mini donkey telling the story.

For all the Christians out there, check out this story in our new children's book. WHY DO YOU HAVE A CROSS ON YOUR BACK Ace was known for his curiosity, always eager to understand the world around him. One particularly serene morning, as Mini Maggie and Ace grazed in the meadow, Ace noticed something he hadn't paid much attention to before: a peculiar marking on Mini Maggie's back that looked like a cross. "Hey, Mini Maggie," Ace trotted over, his mane catching the morning light. “We have dated for ages, but I've never asked - why do you have that cross on your back?" Mini Maggie, who was nibbling on some clover, looked up with her soft, understanding eyes. She had heard this question before, but she always enjoyed sharing the story. "Ah, Ace," she began, her voice calm and melodic, "it's a tale from long ago, from the time when Jesus walked among us." Ace, ears perked, leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. "Back then, I had an ancestor, a humble donkey just like me, named Balthazar. On the day we call Palm Sunday, Jesus needed to enter Jerusalem. All the horses were too proud, too eager for glory, but Balthazar, he was simple and willing to serve. He carried Jesus through the cheering crowds, his heart full of humility." Ace nodded, imagining the scene, the streets of an ancient city, the people waving palm branches. "When Jesus was crucified, Balthazar was there too, not far from the cross. He stood by, offering his silent support, his presence a comfort to those who loved Jesus. It's said that as Jesus died, he blessed Balthazar for his loyalty and service, and that's when the cross appeared on his back - a mark of honor and a symbol for all donkeys to carry forward." Ace was silent for a moment, the story resonating with him in a new way. "So, it's like a badge of honor for being humble and kind?" he asked, his voice tinged with respect. "Exactly," Mini Maggie replied, "It's a reminder to all of us, no matter how small or humble we might feel, we can do great things with kindness and service just like Michael and all of us animals here at Diego Ranch. Now, almost every donkey since Balthazar has carried this mark, passed down through generations, as a symbol of that blessing." Ace looked at Mini Maggie with newfound admiration. "I always thought you were just my cute girlfriend, but you're like a living piece of history, or even better, a living testament to kindness." Mini Maggie chuckled, "We all have our roles to play, Ace. Even you, with your humor and big heart." From that day on, Ace saw Mini Maggie in a different light. He treated her with a bit more respect, and often, when they were out in the fields, he'd listen to her tales, learning that sometimes the quietest among us hold the richest stories and the deepest lessons. And as they roamed the ranch together, the cross on Mini Maggie's back was not just a mark but a beacon of humility and grace for all to see.

I would like to share with everyone one more story out of my children's book. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT WHY DO YOU HAVE A CROSS ON YOUR BACK Ace was known for his curiosity, always eager to understand the world around him. One particularly serene morning, as Mini Maggie and Ace grazed in the meadow, Ace noticed something he hadn't paid much attention to before: a peculiar marking on Mini Maggie's back that looked like a cross. "Hey, Mini Maggie," Ace trotted over, his mane catching the morning light. “We have dated for ages, but I've never asked - why do you have that cross on your back?" Mini Maggie, who was nibbling on some clover, looked up with her soft, understanding eyes. She had heard this question before, but she always enjoyed sharing the story. "Ah, Ace," she began, her voice calm and melodic, "it's a tale from long ago, from the time when Jesus walked among us." Ace, ears perked, leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. "Back then, I had an ancestor, a humble donkey just like me, named Balthazar. On the day we call Palm Sunday, Jesus needed to enter Jerusalem. All the horses were too proud, too eager for glory, but Balthazar, he was simple and willing to serve. He carried Jesus through the cheering crowds, his heart full of humility." Ace nodded, imagining the scene, the streets of an ancient city, the people waving palm branches. "When Jesus was crucified, Balthazar was there too, not far from the cross. He stood by, offering his silent support, his presence a comfort to those who loved Jesus. It's said that as Jesus died, he blessed Balthazar for his loyalty and service, and that's when the cross appeared on his back - a mark of honor and a symbol for all donkeys to carry forward." Ace was silent for a moment, the story resonating with him in a new way. "So, it's like a badge of honor for being humble and kind?" he asked, his voice tinged with respect. "Exactly," Mini Maggie replied, "It's a reminder to all of us, no matter how small or humble we might feel, we can do great things with kindness and service just like Michael and all of us animals here at Diego Ranch. Now, almost every donkey since Balthazar has carried this mark, passed down through generations, as a symbol of that blessing." Ace looked at Mini Maggie with newfound admiration. "I always thought you were just my cute girlfriend, but you're like a living piece of history, or even better, a living testament to kindness." Mini Maggie chuckled, "We all have our roles to play, Ace. Even you, with your humor and big heart." From that day on, Ace saw Mini Maggie in a different light. He treated her with a bit more respect, and often, when they were out in the fields, he'd listen to her tales, learning that sometimes the quietest among us hold the richest stories and the deepest lessons. And as they roamed the ranch together, the cross on Mini Maggie's back was not just a mark but a beacon of humility and grace for all to see.