' Is he'd alright ? ' somebody in the crowd asking as paramedics were rushing on the scene as they picked up the man and placed him on the stretcher .There was silence as the crowd watched .

' That was a bad fall,' said another in the crowd .

The ambulance riding away now  ,the unconscious man laid there .His name was Carlos Cruz a jockey ,and his horse just took a spill coming around the last turn of the race, and the horse ran over Carlos .Carlos was being helped by the paramedic .

' Oh God it hurt ,' Carlos opened his eyes and did not see the attendant but his wife he had been married to for ten years .

' You are unconscious on the way to the hospital.' she then smile at him as she'd always did to, reassuring him everything would be alright .' Why are you here you should be at home ? '

' In our greatest time of needs we see things that bring us comfort that is why I'm here .I warn you what would happen one day your greatest fear would come true , you wouldn't ride no more .'

' But I still have a few years yet .'

' Carlos looked to the future your writing your novel you have that the next time might not be so lucky .' He opened his eyes and she was gone .

A few weeks passed and he'd was back riding but this time it happened again , unfortunately for Carlos the horse had a seizure and he instantly died and so did Carlos as the horse fell on top of him .Both were dead .

morale : you might enjoy what your doing now but remember there are other things out there you can try , give more then one job or what you like a chance if your happy with it stick with it if your not you can change no one's telling you you have to do it .But whatever you do be safe .......