People join us and leave us on our journey through life. This past week, I have been dealing with the loss of a special friend. Our journey together began with me answering a help wanted ad for someone to clean stalls in a 16 stall barn.
They had Arabians in the barn. They used to train riders and horses for endurance racing. Newspaper clippings displayed in the barn restroom and their website, they were really good at training horses and riders for this strenuous and demanding equine competition.
When I arrived for the interview, the wife, met me and did the initial interview. But, before I could be hired, I had to pass his interview. She asked me what experience I had with horses. How many I owned, trained, and if I had been around stallions. Basic resume type questions. Then the time came to talk with her husband, Hank.
Hank’s first question was, “Have you ever worked with Arabians?”. I answered yes, I had owned two. Told of the four year old Arabian mare I purchased, that I had to no training or handling. How I trained her to halter and to lead in 15 minutes. Listening to me talk about my Arabian mare, he grinned. Through our discussion he learned the breed of horse I loved was Appaloosas.
In the horse trainer/rider environment there are prejudices. The number one horse prejudiced against is Arabians. The second is Appaloosas. There are many myths and false assumptions concerning these two breed of horses. The consensus is a person either loves or hates these two breeds.
I was hired to clean 16 stalls and the barn on the weekends. I would start the coming week, spend two days helping the person who cleaned the stalls during the week, then be on my own for the weekend. Well, the working with another person did not happen. I started the weekend following my interview.
The Arabian barns I had been in prior, treated the horses as royalty. Spotless stalls, every need and want of the horse taken care of. When I started cleaning stalls, I stripped or removed all the shavings from the first six stalls. I could tell when he came to check on me, I did not meet a standard. I realized with just a look, I had cleaned the stalls too good. Upon discussion with him, I started doing a thorough pick cleaning of the rest of the stalls. They only do a strip cleaning once a week of each stall.
Due to my lack of condition in cleaning stalls, and my back injury, my husband started coming on the weekends, when he was done working to help me finish cleaning the stalls, barn and watering the horses. Soon the four of us would be standing in the aisle telling horse stories of achievement and defeat.
Each weekend, between them meeting and riding with clients and me cleaning stalls, we would have short discussions. They had retired from endurance riding, and most of their horses were clients’ horses who were retired from endurance riding, but still used for trail riding. But, this one young lady talked them into taking her on as a client for endurance riding. She was young, had just obtained a prestigious job placement, and was wanting to meet the challenge of endurance riding so she thought.
During one of our discussions, I had asked how this young lady was doing. Since I was only there on weekends, I did not know how often she came to work at her sport choice. Hank informed me she did not spend the time riding or being at the barn required of the sport endurance riding. The discussion turned to how when working with clients it is hard to motivate a person to ride and work hard to reach their goals, unless they are passionate about their goals.
“They do not believe they can get a homerun from a walk” Hank stated. I instantly was thinking how this could be achieved. He smiled giving the look, ‘you will think about it and figure it out one day’ as he walked away. I continued to finish my job, and figured out the possibility, it was possible, but I had never seen it done.
Yesterday, at Hank’s memorial service his son was doing the eulogy. Sharing some stories of how his father had coached him during the years he played baseball. He was not a very good batter, but was very good at stealing bases. His father had taught him how to take a hit from a pitch. During one game, he took his hit from the pitch and was given the walk to first base, only he always ran past first base, so the catcher threw the ball to second baseman. As he was sliding into second base, the second baseman missed the catch, the ball was in the outfield. He ran to third. The outfielder threw to third, and the third baseman missed the catch as he arrived at third base. His coach told him to run, and he ran to home plate scoring a run. He made a homerun on a walk.
Regardless of what a person wants to achieve in life, this statement holds true. Understand our individual strengths and weakness, use our strengths to the full potential, and work on our weaknesses to reach our goals. Never forget, with the proper work and training, when the situation arrives a homerun can be achieved from a walk.
There were many horse adventures shared, single line words of wisdom, lots of laughs and a friendship formed. Treasures I will always hold dear.
Thank you for hiring me, becoming a treasured friend.
In Honor of :
Henry “Hank” Olin Copeland, III
April 21, 1942 – September 6, 2023
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