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Authors: William Thomas

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When I left at the end of the summer to return to Canada, he was still there, still hanging in, a month past the one-year deadline he had set for himself. And happy. I finally broke down and bought one of his paintings and gave it to my landlady as a going-away gift.
Good for you, Dutchy
, I thought as I buckled up my seatbelt for the flight from Málaga to Montreal. Then I put a pen to my Iberia Airlines boarding pass and wrote, “Dutch painter – It is better to fail at what you love than succeed at what you do not.”

If you've been thinking about leaving a lucrative position in order to fulfill the dream that's been in your heart for what seems like forever, and, most importantly, if this daring move does not put in jeopardy those who rely on you for income and support, then you should really take the leap. Seriously, quit your day job and do it before it's too late. I did. In 1978, I was a salesman for the 3M Company in Burlington, Ontario, when my boss, a good friend and a Brit by the name of Richard Smythe, fired me. The company was divesting itself of sales and service employees and replacing them with store-front dealerships. Because I was no longer an employee, Richard then offered me a dealership. The plan was to split Canada in half, I'd own a dealership in Toronto and he'd operate one in Vancouver. “Millionaires in five years,” Richard assured me.

I turned the offer down and set off to Europe to become a writer, a life-changing decision. Richard and the Toronto guy became millionaires in three years. But that guy, the one who took my place? He didn't start his career picking and carrying grapes in Burgundy and celebrating in Spain over his first published piece. He didn't make his money at ten cents a word teasing his wee Irish mother in a book and documenting the weird world of his unfaithful dog Jake or spending three summers at racetracks and hanging out with Zippy Chippy. I did and loved it all. Money is what you need to pay the bills and cover a reasonable lifestyle. Zippy got that.

Not always focused on winning, Zippy had a lot of opportunities to think about other things on all those trips around the track. Here, then, are the life lessons Zippy Chippy passed on to all of us.

•  Life is like a horse race – the bell rings, we're off and running, and before you can blink, you're at the finish line. Make the trip the way Zippy did – slow but sure, and looking around at what all the others miss. In short, take the long way home. The end of the journey comes way too soon.

•  As Zippy demonstrated time and time again, never bite the hand that feeds you. Bite him in the back. That way he can still fix your supper.

•  Chase your dreams relentlessly, unflinchingly, the way Zippy Chippy chased a thousand horses around and around a track, believing he would win one day.

•  Never give up. As Zippy might say,
Oh man, I got horses in front of me, horses behind me, and a horse on each side of me. Boy, am I going to tuck into the ol' feed bag when this day is done
.

•  See all the way down the track to the finish line. You struggle and stumble, you compete and get beat, and what? You're losing sleep? Pull … eese! You're alive and kicking, and if you weren't, you wouldn't be on your feet. There are a whole bunch of people your age who should be alive, but they aren't. You are. Appreciate the basics – lungs, legs, and brain still working – feet, don't fail me now! Get back in the race and finish it as best you possibly can. Go slow. Get it right. It takes as long as it takes. Seek serenity. If slow is sublime, then quiet is exquisite. Create your very own
little corner of tranquility and retreat there as often as you can.

•  Life is not a beach, it's a bitch, and sometimes “losin' real close” is plenty close enough.

•  Remember, when Zippy dwelt, Felix explained that he was just letting the other horses go ahead of him. Courtesy and respect are very much in demand these days. Also, opening the door for others leaves you with the option of locking the bastards inside.

•  Do not take failure to heart. Failure is not coming in second. Failure is refusing to show up for the next race to give yourself a chance to come in first.

•  Never, never – as ornery as they might be at an early age – have your children gelded. That's just wrong.

•  Be frugal with yourself, the way Zippy was with wins. Be generous to others; they probably need the rewards it brings more than you do.

•  Win if you can, fail if you have to, but have fun. Kids do not have a monopoly on play time.

•  Remember Casey Stengel's secret to good management: “In any group, you've got those who love you, those who hate you, and those who are undecided. The key to leadership is to keep the ones who hate you away from
those who are undecided.” That's why racehorses are separated by stables.

•  Straighten up and fly right. Zippy may have lost one hundred races, but he never once got lost out there or tried to take a shortcut. “Find yo purpose and hang on.”

•  Give yourself small rewards for little victories. Eventually you'll carry the day, the way Zippy earned his platinum retirement package, and
Pop!
goes the cork on that cold bottle of champagne. (Do not spray it. Sip it!)

•  Loyalty is the essence of love and life. During their careers, Felix could never part with Zippy, and in return, Zippy gave Felix more losses than he had given all of his previous trainers combined. It's the thought that counts.

•  Be the first to congratulate a rival for winning. Zippy would have done that, if he wasn't so damn far back all the time.

•  Be strong enough to face the world each day and smart enough to know there's always tomorrow. Be foolish enough to believe in miracles. Be wise enough to know miracles come with calluses and lower back pain.

•  If you think you are a loser, you are. But remember, Zippy Chippy lost one hundred races in a row to make
you, by comparison, look like a champion. Someday he will die for our misguided vanity.

•  You could do a lot worse than patterning your life after the fun-loving and tenacious Zippy Chippy. But if you notice a guy following you around with a shovel, you've gone too far.

•  Horses live in packs and talk to each other constantly. (There is no proof whatsoever that Zippy taught the others how to curse.) Surround yourself with good people, and you almost can't help but become one.

•  Look out the window. At nothing. Daydream. It's time well spent. I've had a great life, and I've carved out a pretty good career from making fun of my ex-brother-in-law, my pets, and my wee Irish mother. She became furious when she saw the working title of my book about her life:
All Humor Needs a Victim and Your Mother Should Come First
. So I changed the title to
Margaret and Me
, because at eighty-nine years of age, she could still get a lawyer! At least two of my report cards from my early days of public school had comments like, “If William spent half as much time studying as he does gazing out the window, he would be an A student.” Sorry, Mrs. Leach, but A students become accountants; daydreamers become lovers of life. My mother always smiled at me before she signed off on those report cards.

•  Pack little, read lots, walk everywhere you can. (Okay, that's my lesson in life.) Live lightly and remember the
words of the great comedian Red Skelton who said, “You might as well laugh, nobody's getting out of this one alive.”

•  Most important of all, be yourself. There is and forever will be only one Zippy Chippy. Like thumbprints and snowflakes, you are uniquely you. And we are all more like Zippy than we would care to admit.

All together now: “Life's battles don't always go to the strongest or fastest man. But sooner or later THE MAN WHO WINS IS THE MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN!”

TO DO JUST ONE THING,
BETTER THAN ANYBODY ELSE

Although Zippy Chippy could do one thing very well – lose – he rarely lost in the same way twice. On many days, his unique outings were more exciting to watch than the easy wins of other, more talented horses. But his consistency – the harmonious and principled application of continuous and non-successful effort – this was his gift and greatest strength. Skeptics may certainly doubt his skill, but never his will. Never a “die-er,” always a “tryer,” the Zipster was a trooper through and through.

If Zippy had quit at fifty losses, or even sixty-five, his record would have been described as awful and no one would remember his name to this day. But instead he pushed on, he raced every chance they gave him, he honed his skills at not winning, and therein lies the beauty of his record: upside-down excellence in the face of recurring defeat. Now the sole holder of the title of the World's Worst Racehorse, Zippy took his profession seriously.

The importance of such noble effort was once beautifully articulated by the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr.:

If it falls to your lot to be a street sweeper in life, sweep streets like Raphael painted pictures.… Sweep streets like Beethoven composed music. Sweep streets like Shakespeare wrote poetry. Sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will have to pause and say, “Here lived a great street sweeper who swept his job well.”

Looking back on Zippy's career, we can safely say, here ran a horse that lost races like no thoroughbred ever could. A job well done, Big Ears. Martin Luther King Jr., the poet. Zippy Chippy, the poet in motion. Okay, then: slow motion.

POSTSCRIPT

As a hiker and frequent visitor to the trails around the Finger Lakes – and, okay, the bars – I had heard of Zippy Chippy, local hero and classic crazy-ass racehorse. I loved the story and immediately contacted Felix Monserrate, the longtime owner and trainer of Zippy Chippy, about the idea of writing this book. He was only too glad to meet with me near his home in Farmington, just a mile from the Finger Lakes Racetrack.

Despite being sixty years removed from Puerto Rico, Felix still had an accent, and as he rattled off driving directions over the phone, I was scrambling to write them down: Exit 44, second light on Route 96.

“Maddono's,” he kept saying.
No fool, Felix
, I thought.
I get the interview and he gets an expensive lunch at some high-end ristorante called Maddono's
. After two U-turns, I finally noticed the McDonald's on the corner, right where he said it would be.

When Felix was late, I approached the kid at the counter to ask to use a phone.

“Help ya?”

“Yeah. I'm here to see a man about a horse, and …”

“Down the hall and on the left. Next!”

When the payphone didn't work, I went back to the counter and asked if there was a cell phone I could use to call the guy with the horse who was late.

Handing me a phone, he said, “Don't call Canada.”

“How'd you know I was Canadian?”

“You've thanked me three times already, and you haven't even ordered anything.”

So far this wasn't going so good.

Felix finally walked into the fast food joint, and from the reaction of that day's clientele, I can tell you that in that part of New York State he's more popular than “Ronno Maddono.” Everybody recognized him, and he took the time to talk to them all.

Felix showed me his favorite Zippy Chippy memento, the scar on his back from the horse's teeth. We got along like two kids at camp, and I walked away with his oversized white plastic satchel full of Zippy Chippy clippings, racing programs, and posters.

After interviewing the trainer, I went next to meet the trickster at Old Friends at Cabin Creek, near Saratoga Springs, New York. There the legend stood with his head resting on the top of the fence, staring at me like,
What kind of a jerk comes to see me without a bag of carrots?
With camera in hand I walked up to this ruggedly almost-handsome beast with the head that looks like it's made of granite and said, “Hey, Zippy. I'm the guy that's writing your life story.” Apparently I make a lousy first impression, because he stuck his one-and-a-half-foot-long tongue out at me and snorgled.

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