by Chris Wilson
Los Gatos, California, USA
Our family moved from Scotland to Virginia when I was seven years old. My father is an avid golfer, and one day shortly after our arrival, we went to the driving range. While he was busy hitting golf balls, I was busy exploring the area like any normal seven-year-old.
At one point, I ventured into a patch of long grass. It was a little scary; the grass was almost as tall as I was, and there were prickly weeds I was trying to avoid.
All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain I was not familiar with. I was afraid to rush out of the grass, and the scariness of the situation made me start crying at the top of my lungs. My parents rushed over to see what the problem was. They extracted me from the long grass and discovered that I had been stung by a bee! This was the first bee sting I ever received. They tried to calm me down and explain that everything was going to be okay, but I was completely inconsolable and continued to bawl at the top of my lungs.
A desperately crying child is not the most conducive thing to hitting golf balls. Howling, I watched as a man on the course took a swing. After hitting the ball, his club “accidentally” slipped out of his hand and flew about 50 yards down the range. I thought this was about the funniest thing I had ever seen and immediately started to laugh.
Having your club fly out of your hands is about as embarrassing a thing as could happen to someone at a driving range. The man turned around and apologetically asked everyone if they would please stop hitting balls so he could retrieve his club. It took a couple of minutes to get everyone to stop. He handled the situation with humor, humility, and grace.
After everyone had stopped, he ran out onto the range, retrieved the errant club, and ran back holding it over his head. I watched the whole thing in great amusement. Everyone started to hit balls again, and I forgot about the bee sting.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but it seems obvious now that he had let his club go deliberately to try to get me to stop crying. I am also quite sure that everyone on that range was happy he had done so.
I have since learned to play golf and have been to driving ranges many times. I understand the courage it took for that man to throw his club into the range. His gracious way of handling the situation spared others from doing something ungracious to calm me down. He risked making a fool of himself but chose to act anyway.
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Golf a game as much against your self as it is against others. Play long enough an you will realize that overcoming your previous issues and not letting them get to you is half the battle. It is called the gentleman’s sport, and you witnessed a true gentleman that day!