I do not believe that everything happens for a reason. Things happen. That’s all. While we are at the mercy of the circumstances we are born into, I genuinely believe we have the power to make our own luck. Sometimes, our choices lead us to unexpected opportunities, in the best possible way.
My husband and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary with a trip to Louisville in early June, 2018. The highlight of our trip was night racing at Churchill Downs (Downs After Dark). We bet on races for fun. I read the race program, and the #1 horse in the third race caught my eye. His name was Country Fast, and his grandsire is Air Forbes Won.
My heart horse, who had been with me for more than 18 years, is also an Air Forbes Won grandson. I haven’t seen many with Air Forbes Won breeding. (Full disclosure- it’s entirely possible it’s because I don’t actively keep up on his progeny.)
I snapped this picture of him coming back after his race. He came in 4th, and lost me $5.
Obviously, I Facebook stalked the trainer and followed him.
9 days after I snapped this picture, I lost my heart horse, to a catastrophic injury. (More on that in a later post.)
A few weeks later, I found my margarita muscles, and messaged the trainer. The basic gist of it was, I saw your horse, here’s why I liked him, I just lost my guy, and if the time ever comes to retire him, I’d love for you to let me know. He responded, told us to stop by if we were ever back in town, and that was it. We both thought he wouldn’t retire for a few years.
Fast forward to September 14th, and I have a message from the trainer. “Call me at your earliest convenience.”
Long story short, he’s retiring him earlier than expected because he’s trying hard and not winning. He has a few new horses coming in and needs the space. He really likes this horse and wants him to go to a good home.
I hadn’t been planning to buy another horse for another year or so. I found myself desperately not wanting to miss an opportunity to have this horse. Bottom line, after several days of thinking hard about it, talking to friends, and exchanging notes with the trainer, we decided to do it.
In a few days, I will have a 3 year old cousin of my 24 year old heart horse. Serendipitous.