This is an excerpt from the Reader's Digest excerpt in their April 2008 issue (link below):
"As Barbaro galloped down the track alone, everything seemed to unfold in slow motion. I pulled hard on the reins. An outrider (a track official on a horse) came toward us, hoping to help me corral Barbaro so he could be reloaded for the race. We had traveled only 30 or 40 yards before Barbaro came to a halt, but it seemed to take forever. My heart hammered.
Horses that break through seldom run well once they're reloaded.
As I turned Barbaro around, I looked down. I was half hoping to see blood dripping from a cut on one of his forelegs, half hoping I would have to scratch him. The racing world would have been furious with me; how could I scratch a horse that looked like he could win the Triple Crown?
But I would have done it without hesitation. Barbaro had so much ahead of him. He could still make history. Why run him on a day when he didn't seem quite right?
"I was concerned about his welfare. But after I maneuvered him behind the starting gate and examined him, he seemed fine. There was no blood. He wasn't limping. His eyes were bright and alive.
Dr. David Zipf, the Pimlico veterinarian, carefully examined Barbaro.
"See anything, Doc?" I asked him.
"Nothing, Edgar. He looks fine," Dr. Zipf replied.
There was no time to communicate with Michael or the Jacksons. They were up in the stands -- terribly anxious, I was sure. The other Preakness horses were still in the starting gate, waiting to race.
I spoke to Barbaro. "Okay, boy, let's do it," I said, hoping to soothe him."
From "My Guy Barabaro" by Edgar Prado with John Eisenberg
http://www.rd.com/stories/heartwarmi...icle54916.html