Linda Rice was 17 years old, a time when the real world begins to come into view for most teenagers. She and her father, Clyde, had attended a Keeneland sale in Lexington, Ky., and were driving back to their farm in Pennsylvania when an accident ahead of them caused a delay.
Clyde seized the opportunity for some serious conversation.
“What do you want to do with the rest of your life?” he asked.
“I want to be like you, dad,” she responded. “I want to be a horse trainer.”