I went over to one of the local golf courses, here in St. Louis, with our oldest son Brady and a nephew. We went to go hit a bucket of balls. We spent a little while doing that and had an enjoyable time. On our way to the practice putting green we walked past an instructor who was teaching several young people how to properly stand, swing, and hit a golf ball. Because the mechanics of the game are so complex, that is quite a chore for this older gentleman. He held out his hand to me and introduced himself as Ernest. I, in return, told him my name and told him that it was a pleasure to meet him. He spoke with Brady and Dixon and asked them about the game a golf. He was a kind and pure man.
It doesn't matter where I meet people, the reality always is the same. There are great people all around. I thought that Ernest was an example of a wonderful person just trying to do his best.
What an experience it was for me and the boys thought that was pretty cool, too.
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