A why we are here story
The last several years I have been battling what seems like one health issue after another and haven't been able to play golf for over four years. Last year my oldest grandson (13) wanted to play golf with me on our annual beach vacation. I was not able to play which he was gracious beyond his years in understanding why I could not.
This year he made the same request and in April I announced that I was playing. This week he joined my son, bother in law, and myself in a family scramble on his first 18 holes of golf.
After his first tee shot he told me he had never been so nervous in his life. I assured him that he would have fun and somewhere in the round he would save the team. On number 17 my grandson chipped in for a birdie and with the ruckus we raised I'm sure the course thought someone had a hole in one.
On the way home he told me it was the best day of his life.