Our lives are a journey on a road that leads us to where we are meant to travel; not always tho the way we choose.On this road there are many crossroads, roads of others that we meet along the way.Those that we meet only for an instant and then those that travel along side that of our own.And then there are those roads for which we wish we had longer to travel alongside….today I stand at one such crossroad and watch as a dear friend and mentor travels a road that I cannot share.
A man I met only last year and yet it seems that I knew him all my life; but it seems hardly any time at all to realize it.He was a man wise beyond this lifetime, a creator of perfection, a mentor that none can match.One only needed to walk the pastures of his farm to realize that he had found the formula to create what we all as breeders strive for.His gracious and quiet nature bestowed upon me some of this wisdom that I will forever carry forward to the next generation.A man that gave what he knew without question, without looking for anything in return and patiently answered my never ending questions about bloodlines and pedigrees.Jim was a man who endured more than many will know but never once let this slow him down or deter him in the direction that he was meant to go.
Sometimes it seems Fate is not fair…it seems only a minute ago I found this friend, a wonderful man with knowledge of Russian horses beyond any I know.Now it seems that I must travel with his memories, a short few months that have been a whirlwind of learning, lessons and dreams are leading to a road that only his memory will keep my direction.I have been honored to have shared his life if only for a fleeting flash in this lifetime…tho this time has changed me for the entirety of the road I have left to travel.
I feel so selfish to wish he remained here with us longer, and know in my heart that the creator was only fair in taking him away from his mortal constraints.I will hold on with heart and soul to that which he has bestowed upon me, those lessons, that time and knowledge.I will embrace the spirit that he leaves behind, in his wonderful friends and horses and continue on where he has directed my road to go.
Today he leaves this earth on the back of a winged Russian horse, but tomorrow and always I will watch for him in the nicker of a mare to her newborn foal.I am so privileged to have known you my friend,miss you intensely already and am determined to insure that your life and legacy will live on through us all.
"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." ~Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude
Our paths crossed when I was a singer in Philadelphia and Jim had a successful nightclub. But, it was our love of Arabian horse racing that kept the friendship going.
Jim started his horse-breeding program about fifty years ago in North Dakota, but it was those Philadelphia years that really made the difference for him. Being a tall man (well over 6 feet) he wanted “more daylight” under his horses, and he was shopping for the right stallion. He was in Florida checking out some possibilities, when he noticed a young stallion being tacked up for a breeze on the track. That young stallion was a national champion in several European countries and he had just been crowned a world champion at the Salon du Cheval in Paris. Like Jim, he was masculine and tall. He was impressive (standing well over 16 Hands) and he would change the look of Selket Arabians forever. His name was *Furno Khamal.
Jim went back to Philadelphia and pulled together an offer for Khamal, whose owner in Holland laughed it off and said, “That couldn’t even buy one of Khamal’s legs!” (Jim’s offer was a quarter million dollars). But, the following year, an agreement was reached and Khamal, along with several important mares, belonged to Jim.
Over the years, there were many Arabian horse lovers who discovered the power and magnificence of *Furno Khamal. Being a designer at heart, Jim traveled the world for mares that were right for his stallion. They came from Germany, Russia, Poland, Canada and the U.S. They were the dams of national champions in halter, performance and racing. His efforts paid off. He had some of the most beautiful racing Arabians in the world, and in the halter ring as well.
Today, all of the Selket Arabians are related to *Furno Khamal and the mares Jim found for him. Our collection of Khamal daughters is the largest in the world, and, among our herd are their offspring to Marwan Al Shaqab, Ghazal al Shaqab, Da Vinci FM, Selket Marquis and a few others. Our Khamal son, Selket Advocate (out of an Aswan daughter and owned by Jim's dear and loving friend, Kelly Ordway) is here with us. Selket Angelo, a Khamal grandson, was one of Jim’s favorite’s. Selket Mystery (belonging to Amy Pahl in New York) is a stallion of which we are very proud, but it is Selket Louchiano who became a real ambassador for the breed when he was featured in our TV documentary (Fate of the Stallion) which has, so far, been broadcast by more than 500 TV stations across the country and abroad. Jim was very pleased about that accomplishment, and a brief scene of him playing with Louchiano in the film was wonderful to see.
Jim admired and loved Russian-blooded Arabians, and infusing the right kind of Russian blood into his horses was one of Jim’s secrets. With that in mind, Jim was a co-founder of the Russian Heritage Foundation, managed by Joanne Ogden, at Aurora Wind Arabians in Canada. This program, modeled after the Tersk Stud in Russia, is a living, working herd of horses encompassing some of the rarest Russian bloodlines in the world. Jim lived to see a tremendous herd assembled, assuring the availability of priceless Russian blood to serious Arabian breeders for many years to come. I like to think he did this for someone carrying on his work at Selket Arabians. Thank you, Jim. Being your partner was the greatest adventure of my life. I hope you are racing your chariot across the desert sands, adorned in gold, fighting for the empire that was ours and empires yet to come. I hope you guide your friends and loved ones wisely, and don’t laugh too hard at us for any mistakes we make along the way. We won’t make too many. You’ve got to admit, we had a pretty good teacher.