We walked up to the practice tee and hopped out of the cart. Taylor grabbed his clubs, Krit grabbed one too. Nick took his time getting out but had a look in his eyes nonetheless.
I put a ball on a tee and told Nick to just make contact. He took a few practice swings and kept his balance. Taylor was blasting away and Krits was trying her best, Nick was still sizing it up. His swing looked just like I had remembered it. He hadn’t played for years but he looked ready to make contact. Finally, he addressed the ball and decided to go for it. A slight shoulder turn, a quarter swing, and then his left arm led his legs into the striking position.
He made contact. The ball flew just past the end of the tee box. He smiled. Me too. I told him it was a great shot and teed up another for him. Again, he made contact. Again, he smiled.
The siren blew warning us that thunderstorms were in the area but Nick kept swinging and the balls kept going. Further and further, I might add.
Nick is my father in law and he’s 92. Today, however, he felt like a kid. He was a golfer again. Today, Nick realized that he can still do it. Next Sunday, we’ll do it again. You see, he left his clubs with mine. We’ve got a date set and now he has something to look toward.
Today was a great day on the links. I didn’t play a hole but I felt the magic. Today Nick was not concerned with his age, his hurts, his pills, or his pain. Today, Nick was a golfer again. Funny, huh…
BUILT TO LEAD 
Awesome.