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Here in the United States, this coming Thursday (November 28th) is a holiday we call, Thanksgiving.
I'm sure that every country in the world has a similar holiday: a day set aside to thank God for all we have--for all whom we love--for health, joy, life and peace. (Theoretically, that's the idea, anyway.)
The Race Track Chaplaincy of America / New York Division once again will do two really wonderful Thanksgiving-ish things for the people whom they serve with great love, 365 days a year. I've just taken the NYRA (New York Racing Association) press release that I received a few minutes ago--jijjed it up a bit--and highlighted contact info for both donors and media.
No fancy pictures--not even NYRA or RTCANY logos in this one: my computer had a cerebral hemorrhage this week, and I'm using a loaner until or unless my laptop can be fixed. So this is a bare-bones article--I hope that you don't need pretty pictures or logos--I hope that words are enough to convince you to care. And if you care...perhaps you'll decide to help.
Thanks for reading, folks--have a wonderful, blessed Thanksgiving, wherever you are. And if you're not in America on Thursday, November 28th--heck, celebrate with us, anyway! Have a turkey, tofurkey or sprouts sandwich, and thank God for all you've got.
This one will be relatively short and sweet, for the need is urgent.
Monique (Monika) Kierach is a horse-loving woman who possesses one of the kindest hearts on this (or any other) planet.
She cannot stand to see a horse in pain--or neglected, abused or otherwise ill-treated. I know that you all feel the same, or you wouldn't be reading this.
Monika sent around an email, and a request: help her rescue this herd of horses from a man whose just not doing right by them.
You've always wanted a horse? You love horses as much as Monika and I, and want to do something?
The best thing that can be written on your gravestone is,
"I Saved a Horse's Life."
And here's your chance...
I've spent the better part of a decade writing, talking and generally being a nuisance in my quest to help bring females fully into the fold in horse racing.
Not that we're not fans of the sport--in fact, we're the majority of all paid admissions and television viewers. Id est, we are the majority of the fan base.
Not that we don't hold positions of authority in many places: NYRA is a prime example of a racing organization that can boast of many women in management.
The reasons why I'm still blowing this horn is that, inasmuch as we are the majority of the fan base, and work daily in virtually every job in the industry--still there are places where women are not welcome in horse racing.
Like, board rooms.
And many racing organizations (we won't name names here, Magna...) still host idiotic, demeaning, dehumanizing events like bikini contests to determine who should be an "ambassador" for the sport.
In other words: there's work to be done, and minds to open.
At least until women are taken off the banquet table and invited to the board of directors' table...
I've been thinking about this for several weeks now. Like many of you who are involved with horse racing--I spend part of every day of my Life feeling guilty, and thinking that I should just pack it up and take a job as secretary to some corporate moron.
You know--a 9-to-5 gig, in which I never take work home with me, not even mentally. Mindless, spineless--no emotional connection to the job, the work or my co-workers. Get a (slim) paycheck for basically putting up with the control issues of a corporate wonk with low self-esteem.
I know that I can't go back to that--but also I can't justify being in horse racing, unless I DO Something. Horse racing has its detractors--and some of the criticism is justified.
But racing also has its fine, amazing points: chief among those are The Horses...
An Open Letter to the New York State Gaming Commission:
Dear Gaming Commission:
I am writing you today not just as a resident of New York State, or as a somewhat-interested party.
I am writing you because I am thoroughly entrenched in the world of horses and horse racing as a media representative, second--and horse-lover, first...
My peeps. I know you love horses. You wouldn't be reading the ramblings of this crazy Broad, if you weren't a horse lover. So you know that I'm obsessed, too.
But Love without action is useless.
If we say that we love someone--we talk about it all the time--blog about it--post photos of our beloved all Facebook--"like" everything that s/he posts--but wouldn't walk across the street if that person was strangling on a chicken bone--HOW can we call that, Love?
The easy stuff: "liking," posting, waxing poetic--all that amounts to a pile of nothing.
Action is the evidence of Love.
You love horses. I love horses. So I'm telling you today--Tuesday, August 27, 2013--that four Arabian horses in Washington State need homes, ASAP.
They look like racing Arabians, to me.
Regardless if they're show or racing Arabs, the bottom line is that the slaughterhouse has their names and is counting the minutes until these beautiful geldings get strung up by the hooves and exsanguinated, alive.
We do not want this to happen.
We cannot save every horse on Earth, but we may be able to save these four.
Only $400 apiece--the same price that a killbuyer--you know, those evil people who are on their way to Hell?--the same price that a killbuyer would pay.
For four-hundred bucks, a horse's life can be saved, and you can get the best friend you'll ever have. For $1600, you can have FOUR best friends.
Please do me--do the horses--a favor. Time IS of the essence.
Please share this link, this article, the link to J&M Acres Horse Rescue's page about the boys: http://www.jmacresrescue.com/13/post/2013/08/four-arabians-in-wa-at-risk-for-slaughter.html
Share this information with everyone you know, everyone you can. Thank you so much. God bless you.
The Facebook invitation reads thus:
Come join us for an evening of fun and fellowship on Friday, August 16th in the Courtyard of The Inn at Saratoga, from 5PM - 9PM. Show your support for an amazing organization dedicate to animal welfare, and to promoting low-cost spay/neuter services. Check out our display on "The Oklahoma Cats," our program with NYRA and a benevolent horse owner, to care for the feral cats at the historic Saratoga Race Course.
Tickets for the Raining Cats and Dogs Gala are $40 per person ($45 at the door), and include wine an beer tasting tables; a light fare buffet an live music. In the spirit of racing season, place your bi on one of our amazing Silent Auction items!
If you love animals and want to show your support, this event is not to be missed!!!
So on the surface, it sounds like another nice social event during the hectic Saratoga racing and social season. And on the surface, also, it may not seem to be related directly to horses or horse racing--or does it? Read on, O Friends, and I'll explain to you why you should attend this party. If you don't do anything social the rest of the Saratoga meet, this is all you need to have fun, spend hardly-a-thing, and do tremendous good for a population that's rarely considered...
I've tried for over two weeks to get logos and photos for this article, about the Race Track Chaplaincy's annual basketball game.
My efforts have resulted in nothing at all: no photos, no logos, sent from the uber-efficient assistant in the office of the Race Track Chaplaincy of America, New York Division.
That's because, while RTCANY has people who stop in, people who help out a lot--there is no such humanly critter as an uber-efficient Assistant, who works full-time, 40-hours-a-week.
No Office Manager or Marketing Director, whose job it is to respond to the silly questions of writers. Even writers with good intentions don't have the juice to acquire a digital copy of the RTCANY's logo--but that's OK.
Speaking from personal experience, I've emailed, asked in-person, handed my card over to the Chaplain (whose known me for many years)--and still, no pictures or logos to draw your eye to this article. (I guess I'm on my own: thank God for NYRA, and the National Museum of Racing and Hall of Fame.)
The reason for this lack of attention to the perceives needs of a bunch of spoiled media divas is that Chaplain Humberto Chavez and his team are entirely too busy saving lives, souls, hearts, emotions and families to deal with media inquiries, 24/7...
Look at this eye.
No, I mean, really LOOK at this eye. Do not look away.
This is the eye of Fortunate Storm--a son of Fortunate Prospect--and yes, he is fortunate. Blessed, actually. He won a respectable $269,470 on the track, yet somehow at some point, he found himself in need of a home.
Look at that eye,again: what do you see there? Do you see relief? Gratitude? The emotional scars of the fear that nearly strangled his heart, when someplace-along-the-line, a while back--he realized that his fortune wasn't secure?
Had it not been for the Thoroughbred Retirement Foundation, Fortunate Storm may have ended up...I can't even think about it. I will not allow myself to think that the horse who's connected to this deep, intelligent eye could have had the worst of fates.
But the Thoroughbred Retirement Foundation acquired him, and his life took a wonderful turn for the better. As of late Spring this year, the TRF currently cares for another 950 beautiful, loving, kind Thoroughbreds like Fortunate Storm onto 24 farms around the United States. (And that's just this year's tally, so far.) Those 950 horses are blessed, but many more need the security of the loving arms of the TRF and its associates...
I hope that you're not one of those people who think that, when women get together to "do lunch," that we sit around, yakking about menfolk and reality TV. Of course you don't think that way--you know that women in the horse racing industry are intelligent, savvy, focused and compassionate.
But take roomful of racing women with these admirable attributes--give them some lunch and lively conversation in the swell-egant National Museum of Dance...and, well, a recipe like that can change the world...