Ive rescued Tennessee walkers with sores so deep the bone was showing; Ive rescued ponies that were so foundered that I just took them home and had them euthanized. But I dont think all Tennessee walker owners or ponies are cruel. Theres such a vast array of thoroughbred owners; some paying hundreds of thousands for their horses, and some paying $900. I have mixed emotions calling it a business, because 95% of people racing their horses dont make a profit, and they still do it. I dont know of any other business that would still be in business with those numbers. I know dozens and dozens of people raising their own, racing them, bringing them home when they are done racing and finding second careers for them. Not a one has deep pockets, not a one is making money. They do it because they love the sport. They love raising the babies, training them, taking them to the track and enjoying them performing. There are so many trainers out there, people no one has ever heard of, that has 3 or 4 horses that they race themselves. Its what gets them up in the morning, going to the track, training their horses, interacting with people. They run their horses, and they mostly lose, but its okay, because its what they want to do. Its their life, their horses are their kids, and they wouldnt have it any other way.
And trust me when I tell you, the horses are far better taken care of and fed than we are. The feed bill comes first every week. Theres been more than one week that Ive been so greatful for my feathered girls, since quiche is often on the menu here. Im so greatful that I can wear jeans and tea shirts to work, because I cant afford new clothes.
In my 30 years of racing, Ive shown a profit 3 of those years. None of those profits would have been enough to take a small vacation with, but they were profits nontheless. The other 27 I didnt. It hasnt stopped me from enjoying my horses and running them; the pride in seeing one of my own babies win a race is just indescribable.
Ive gone on enough. I guess its like hearing the news every night, and thinking everyone in the world is a child molester, or a murderer, or a drug dealer. I known enough people in my lifetime to know that most people are good hearted, kind, thoughtful people. If I watch the news too much, Id think the world was full of badness, and Id never leave the house. But I know differently.