I was on the 16Th hole on Saturday when I was struck by lightning. It knocked me flat on my back. When I came to, I realized I was given a gift. A gift from the golf gods themselves. I usually shot in the hundreds. My game sucked. I was the laughing stock of the clubhouse until this point. I never finished the game that day, but as I was leaving in the ambulance I seen the fairways and greens in a whole new light, like a path was drawn out for me. The tension of my swing at ease. I new the next day which was Sunday I had to play. The weather called for showers, but it looked like it wouldn’t hit til late afternoon. I challenged Bob McCormmick the local golf pro to a heavily wagered skins game. He accepted. I have to say I was destroying Bob the first 9 holes. I was playing out of my head. No bogeys, 4 pars and 5 birdies. The next 9 one par, 2 eagles and 6 birdies. I took him for a cool 9 hundred. It was my best game and last time I ever golfed like that again. Just kidding. I actually had a dream I golfed like that. I woke up from a hospital bed from being struck by lightning. I’m paralyzed on the right half of my body. I will never golf again.

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