Personal Narrative: A Losing Horse

Introduction

Farmington, New Mexico 2003, 11 years old and in love with my broken down racehorse, his name was Gentleman or “Gentleman Hawk” according to his papers. We had gotten Gentleman from a sale barn for a measly 400 dollars, he was in real bad shape but my father and I nursed him back to health. When Gentleman was at full health I would run him across the pasture, back and forth until it was dark or my parents called me for supper, it was a time in my life with few worries and very little stress but this horse just brought me so much joy, it was a relationship that I look back on and cherish. Horses had always been such a big part of my families’ life and since I was the only child in the family who would go ride on his own, I really
The story was unique and it had inspired a whole country in a time where inspiration was scarce, and entertainment was out of mind. Seabiscuit, a losing horse that was underweight at the end of his rope as an athlete and racehorse had his luck change when Charles Howard purchased him in 1936. Originally Mr. Howard tried owning a bike shop in San Francisco and ended up dealing more with people who wanted him to fix their vehicles and other weird contraptions. He ended up hitting it big with the dealership Buick and ditched his bike shop, at one point Mr. Howard was in charge of all the dealerships out west. Unfortunately Mr. Howard being the successful businessman pretty much took his money and ran after the death of his 15-year-old son in an automobile accident, He was distraught and his marriage ended as a result of this death, where did he run? Mexico, when gambling and alcohol were trying to oust in the U.S. Charles Howard went to Mexico to grieve and ended up finding the Biscuit, Seabiscuit, a trainer for the horse and a Jockey. Seabiscuit for the rock bottom price of 8000 dollars, a trainer that no one thought was sane, and a jockey that was to big blind in one eye and hadn’t won much. Mr. Howard hired a western cowboy, Tom Smith, to be his trainer and a homeless and unusually tall man for a jockey by the name of Red Pollard. “He had no money and no home; he lived entirely on the