A $10 gift changed my life
There are a lot of wonderful things about playing golf:
The relentless challenge. The unknown that every swing can bring. The friendships forged and fostered while walking the course. The bounty of memories that you can make with each passing step.
The competition. The teasing. The laughs.
But there is also the beauty. The sky overhead. The green below. The passing of seasons. Time spent with your boy amidst this beauty.
Years ago, my friend, Tom, bought a set of $10 irons from a yard sale, wrapped them in a single red ribbon, and tossed them into the back of my truck on a snowy, winter day.
He wanted me to play golf, even though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play.
Many years later, I get days like this. Over and over and over again.
It’s hard to choose the best gift that I’ve ever been given, but that $10 set of irons, later supplemented by a $1 putter, is certainly near the top of the list. It’s rare in this life when a gift can truly change your life forever and result in a multitude of days like these.
