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, and it got me thinking about heroes for some reason.
Then I got the following email to make my day...
The 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?''
''Just a couple of minutes ago...'
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