Today I spent the afternoon at a golf course (I’m actually horrible at golf - I cannot tell a lie!) Charles and I used to hit range balls when we lived by a golf course. And when I was a photographer at a golf course, we played a few times. I thought I could get good at it. I’m sure all golfers know that feeling when you are frustrated beyond belief, ready to throw in the towel, give up the ghost, ring the bell, give up, surrender, and then you hit that one perfect shot. And you are back in the game - completely hooked. And that’s the way it goes. The cyclical cycle of a bad golfer. okay - huge rabbit trail! Can I have a piece of carrot cake please? Let’s get back to whereat we began......
I spent the afternoon at a golf course. Not playing golf, fortunately for all involved, but attending a golf tournament that had been organized by Fitness Edge, with all the proceeds going to me. Overwhelming. Amazing. So thoughtful. As Charles stood behind my wheelchair to thank these men and women that had come out to play golf, to give money towards my medical costs, I felt almost detached from myself. Looking at those faces, most of whom I didn’t know, I felt how blessed I was to have people in my life that would put something like this together for me. I choked out the words thank you, but that was all I could get out.
|Some of the foursomes that hung around for the photo op|
|Fitness Edge Staffers who did all the hard work|
|Me and my dad|
“Oh, the Lord’s been good to me! And so I thank the Lord, for giving me the things I need, the sun, the rain and the appleseed, the Lord’s been good to me.”