Voicemail notification. Not unusual. Tap the screen. Its from the trainer, that's unusual. Trainers don't make outgoing calls when your weeks away from a workout and months away from entering a race. No, wait, that's just excitement bridled with concern. Nothing to fear. Listen to the message. Tone said it all. Fear knows. Great survival instinct, horrible emotion. No need to call. Called anyway.
In the movies, hardscrabble children would defy the practical adults. They would sell lemonade, paint fences, pull shenanigans and endure misadventure. The audience would find them a year later cheering their mighty steed towards a comeback victory. This isn't Hollywood.
Back in the Bluegrass, the dam of our intrepid hero is restless. She is set to deliver her fifth foal. If this one is to earn trophies of its own, to add to the family collection, it will have to do what only the gifted are capable. To prove centuries of breeding, to declare victory at the highest level, it will have to do what only the best ever achieve. The wind beckons. The ground prepares. The future waits. A new beginning dawns.
Dreams provide the destination we want. God provides the journey we need.
- Perfect Bull
Warrior Poet and Racehorse (retired)