A news piece this morning about the second place finisher in the Kentucky Derby made me think of heros and bravery as the story told of a filly racing colts that came in second in the greatest race of her life, only to go down at the end of the race with broken bones and euthanized. I wondered how long the horse knew it was in trouble before it crossed the finish line, perhaps running on guts alone.
Then I got the following email...
Cowboy At Heaven's Gates
A Texas cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly gates.
'Have you ever done anything of particular merit?' St Peter asked.
'Well, I can think of one thing,' the cowboy offered.
'Once, on a trip to the Black Hills in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker, smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground.' I yelled, 'Now back off!! Or I'll kick the crap out of all of you!!'
St. Peter was impressed, 'When did this happen?'
The cowboy replied... 'Just a couple of minutes ago...'
It's a funny story about the cowboy, not funny at all about the horse, but each gave their all, and that makes them both heroes in my book.