Johnny V and Animal Kingdom come flying past Nehro to ruin another perfect moment….
O horse racing! My love for you is unending. You fill my days with wonder, and haunt my dreams with tattered tales of what might have been, taunts of glory yet to come. But I have loved you with steady ardor and child-like hope, while you play with me like an upstaged toy, tossing me about from ecstasy to agony, promising me the perfect moment, and snatching it away with venomous glee. I love you, horse racing – why won’t you love me back?
A wise friend recently told me this: Forgiveness, in its purest form, is abandoning all hope that you can have a different past. The importance of doing this cannot be understated – happiness, and purpose, have as their prerequisite a resolute commitment to looking forward at all times. But The Past, especially when She offered perfection and then twisted the script at the last moment, beckons us to sit with Her, and rehash the decisions, revisions, and omissions that could have changed everything.
