The guy was a horse trainer from his youth , and they would do anything for him , because he never used the whip on them . Most of those racing the trotters ( sulky races ) would use the whip in the final stretch . He would just encourage his horse and let it run , and they would often lead the pack . He had one which he was swindled out of after it had made him a lot of money around the time his wife died . He found pictures of the horse a couple of years ago , in a book , and learned that it was on a ‘retirement’ farm in Maine . He had me watch his dog for a few days and took the train to New England to visit the horse . When he got there he saw him far across a pasture next to a younger filly , grazing , and yelled his nickname for the horse . That was after THIRTY years without contact , and the horse raced across that field to him . Animals never forget kindness . The horse died the next winter, so he felt good about the expense of the trip to visit that horse one last time .
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