0:00 On March thirtieth, 1970, a chestnut colt with three white socks was born in Virginia, a horse who would go on to win the Belmont Stakes by an impossible thirty-one lengths.0:12 It’s just another day that reminds us how history is packed with moments of absolute, breathtaking genius.0:19 And this particular day… well, it’s crowded with them.0:23 On this day in 1945, Eric Clapton arrived, the man they would call "God" for what he could do with six strings.0:31 In 1962, MC Hammer was born, a force of nature who put on a pair of parachute pants and danced rap music straight into the pop mainstream.0:41 Then in 1979, Norah Jones, whose voice feels like it was discovered, not made.0:47 But go back further.0:48 March thirtieth, 1853.0:50 The birth of Vincent van Gogh, a man who would sell almost nothing in his lifetime.0:55 The day also holds moments of sheer shock.0:58 On March thirtieth, 1981, just sixty-nine days into his presidency, Ronald Reagan survived an assassin's bullet outside a Washington hotel.1:08 And it’s a day of connection, too.1:11 In 2004, South Korea launched its KTX bullet train, shrinking the country and turning a four-and-a-half-hour journey into two hours and forty minutes.1:21 But let's go back to that horse.1:24 Secretariat.1:25 We call him the greatest racehorse of all time, but that doesn't quite capture it.1:30 It doesn't capture the feeling of watching the 1973 Belmont Stakes.1:35 He wasn't just winning.1:37 He was running away from the very idea of competition.1:41 The announcer’s voice cracks as he says, "He is moving like a TREMENDOUS machine!" For the last quarter-mile of that race, he’s alone.1:50 Completely.1:51 The jockey, Ron Turcotte, said he just turned his head for a moment to see where everyone else was… and he couldn't see another horse.2:01 It was a moment of perfection, recognized by everyone who saw it, instantly.2:06 And then you have Van Gogh.2:08 Born on the same day, just over a century earlier.2:11 Where Secretariat’s genius was undeniable and immediate, Vincent’s was a quiet, desperate fire that almost no one saw.2:20 He painted for ten years and died believing he was a complete failure.2:25 Now, his Sunflowers, his Starry Night… they are part of the very fabric of how we see the world.2:32 We look back and his genius seems so obvious, so loud.2:36 But in his time?2:37 It was a whisper.2:38 March thirtieth gives us these two incredible models of greatness.2:43 The one that explodes into the world fully formed, a thunderclap that demands our attention.2:49 And the one that grows in silence, waiting for history to finally catch up.
