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Originally Posted by Mortimer
Will you kindly stop beating a dead horse?
Oh.
That wasn't very nice.
I didn't mean it,BrownSugar.
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I was once at the track and the horse i played... I won't disrespect him and mention his name... won the race.
The connections were estatic. A small group but with so much life and energy you'd think there were 30 people heading down to the winner's circle and not just the eight or so.
This was a moment that meant everything and they were such a joy to watch. This was obviously one of the great moments of each of their lives.
The thing is, I turned to look the other way. One by one the horses came back but the horse with the number 4 saddle cloth? Something went wrong.
The jockey jumped off and lowered himself, others came to the horse and i could see his leg....
I looked to the winner's circle again and the group was still joyful..... they hadn't seen yet.
Not yet.
It was one of those moments of such profound sorrw... seeing the jockey walk toward them, looking devastated and carrying that yellow saddle cloth and watching them turn around one by one, the ambulance, the anguish, the silence, the shock.....
He didn't make it.
The moment they'll never forget is a moment I'll never forget.
I know you didn't mean it but i can't read your post and not answer it in my own way.