Sometimes things have life inside of them

They’ve been used to do the impossible from time to time

And I reach for my driving iron

with the wooden shaft

“What are you going to do with that thing? Are you going to lay up?” My friend asks.

“No. I’ll put it on from here.”

It’s late at night and I know my friend thinks I’m crazy, but I can’t see his expression in the dark.

I choke the stick with confidence and prepare for a power shot.

My swing is wide and my weight shifts like a dancer

The impact is one of the best feelings I’ve ever had.

My ball rises into the air and disappears.

“Well, I didn’t see a splash. It must have sliced into the woods,” my friend says.

We walk around the pond in the darkness and the ball is two feet from the hole.

I tap it in for an eagle, thinking…

Things have life inside of them.

They are full of memories

dreams

and greatness

They are waiting to be held by the right person

A miracle man

Someone who can make people believe.

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