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Mrs. K


What a great day to start out my fifth year of golf! I wish my Dad could see me now. He was so tickled when my husband took up the task of teaching me the game and swing of golf. The first two years were spent mainly on driving ranges, hitting over and over with my short clubs. I truly wondered if my swing would ever become ingrained muscle memory. I remember well the first time my husband took me on a course. I was petrified, totally unnerved by other golfers who had to watch as they waited for me to get off the tee. My husband was such a saint, just trying to get me used to the greens, but I quickly plunged into self misery and defeat. I was so embarrassed with my lack of skill, that I made him take me home after barely completing nine holes. I thought I would be doomed to the practice range forever. . .

But not . . . I have kept on playing, even in spite of myself. Golf plays for me like life, and I identify closely with all of its ups and downs. Our dry cleaning lady knew of my desire to learn golf and of my husband's heroic efforts to teach me. From the beginning, she encouraged me and invited me to play with her. I thought I would never be good enough to play with her. It wasn't until last summer that I got the nerve to accept her offer. The terms were hers; we would walk the course, play nine holes, and start out early at 6:00 am. To my surprise, as I played weekly, I gained more confidence and earned the accolades of my husband who spoke of my golf as "moments of brilliance!"

So Mrs. K and I started out this sunny January Monday, a fresh new golf year for both of us. I have thoroughly enjoyed the friendship we have developed. She is seventy years old, and you would never know it by looking at her trim and fit build. She's as patient as my husband when I have those aberrant shots. Even with her broken English we share fun and lighthearted conversation. She inspires me to play better, and I want to be just like her. I may be able to out drive her, but she beats me every time with her consistent swing. . . right down the fairway. I am so thankful for new friends, for taking chances, taking risks, and playing golf!


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