Let me tell you a story, a true one.
In the late 1960s, i think it was the summer of 1967, a young Malaysian was in Melbourne. Under scholarship, he was supposed to be studying, but he was doing anything but. He spent whole days, weeks staring at horses. Nothing spectacular about that, just plain old horses as they ran in the field of his girlfriend’s father’s farm.
The details are sketchy at this point, but what did happen was he basically redirected money that was meant for his education (e.g. tuition fees, allowances, book money, etc.), pooled it together and bought a horse. One horse. The university had just about kicked him out at this point, not only for not paying his fees, but also because he just wasn’t interested in studying — he was never in class, and of course he missed all the exams to spend time looking at horses. And now, he actually owned one.
He took this horse he owned, and he sold it to someone back home in Malaysia who was looking to buy racehorses. History has forgotten the horse’s name, but it went on to win many races in our local circuits and made its owner a bundle of money. So impressed, the owner told his friends about this young man who had sold him the horse, and soon everyone wanted to buy horses from him. In the meantime, he took the profits from the first horse, went back to Australia and bought 2 horses which he promptly sold. With the profits from 2 horses, he bought 4 new horses, and sold those too. And so on, and so forth.
A year or two later, by the time he was 21, he was a millionaire. And a million bucks in the 1960s was no small cucumbers.
Over the years, his horses went on the win some of the most prestigious races in the world, including the Melbourne Cup several times. He would really make a wonderful human interest story for us: “MALAYSIAN MAKES AN IMPACT ON THE WORLD OF HORSES”.
But that’s not really the point of the story. His bravery is; he risked it all on something he believed in (how many of us can say we would do the same even if we were ever presented with the chance). Of course, if he had failed, like so many others have, this story wouldn’t have even been told. But, again, that’s not the point — its not about him not failing, its about him succeeding. There is a very subtle difference i think we should appreciate. Fear is the mind killer, but winners conquer it, control it and ultimately, harness it for their own good.


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