I woke up this morning with the increasing aches and pains of getting a bit older. I winced, grumbled, moaned and groaned and loudly commisserated about no longer being young and spry. About how nature is mistreating us in our prime years.
And then I remembered a video clip that a friend of mine, a good golfing buddy, sent me the other day. We go out every couple of weeks a flail away at a little white ball for 18 holes, certainly getting our moneys worth of strokes, and fun. We bitch and moan about the unfairness of the greens, bad bounces. We make excuses for our play, arthritis kicking in, a squirrel passed gas just as I was in the middle of mine down-swing. And then I realize, I don't have it so bad, all things considered.
Meet Butch Lumpkin. If there ever was a person that had a right to complain, had the right to feel that life treated him unfairly, the right to feel sorry for himself, that person is Butch Lumpkin. He took what life handed him and made it work. I wish I could hit the ball as far as he does. I wish that I could score as well as he does. I hope that I can face those trials coming to me in the future as well as he does.
So, the next time you are feeling beat down by life, that you have too many things working against you, that life is unfair, go ahead and visit Butch again. The next time you see someone complaining about their state in life, introduce them to Butch. Most of you, most of us, will realize that maybe we don't have too much to complain about.
Whether you are a golfer or not, you might develop a new appreciation for life after viewing this. Be patiend with the very short commercial at the beginning.
Mike...
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