John’s shot soared high and true….it was a thing of beauty. He held his finish until the ball reached its apex and anticipated the kudos from his playing partners. John watched in disbelief as his Bridgestone #3 hit the top of the mound and slowly, agonizingly, rolled into the lake. No kudos this time….a sure par morphing into another bogey. When he plucked the ball from the pond with his sand wedge, he had to smile. A rainbow appeared and he realized how lucky he was to be with his friends and still able to hit balls that soared to the sky….even if they weren’t as true as hoped.
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