I met a horse, it stood on sand. It came to me and tasted my fingers with its lips. It moved its ears backwards and forwards to get my attention. It looked aside in the direction of the gate. I looked there too and I understood:"I want to get out of this sandy place and to the field, do that for me". I said no, that I cannot do for you. I said bye and left.
At night I thought, well I could have gone to the house and tell what the horse wanted. Maybe someone was home and thought it to be cool.
My refusal was based on a fear of intruding.
I forgive myself that I've accepted and allowed myself to fear intruding these peoples lives.