Phil Mickelson
Kerplookee Fantasy Golf – Phil Mickelson
This was sent to me by my mother. I’m not sure who the original author is but thought it was worth sharing.
For the past few days, while I tried to enjoy one of
the greatest golf tournaments in the world,
all I was entertained with was the Tiger Woods show.
As soon as one golfer would hit a tee shot or make a putt,
it seemed that the next view would be that of Tiger Woods.
Tiger Woods just missing a putt that would have put him in
contention with the other golfers.
Tiger Woods hooking his drive which showed how
his time off had hurt his game. Tiger Woods trying to “respect” the game.
How it seemed that the Tiger was able to put his past transgressions
behind him and was able to concentrate on the job at hand.
It just kept going on and on about Tiger this and Tiger that.
On the other hand, a little miracle was occurring at the Masters;
one golfer just kept smiling. He smiled if he made a good drive,
or if he made a bad drive. He smiled if he made a 50 foot putt or missed a 5 foot putt.
As he walked between holes, he smiled and shook hands with the crowd.
He never cursed a bad stoke or blamed another person for a miss.
All he did was smile.
Why would Phil Mickelson be smiling?
Here was a man whose wife has breast cancer.
Here was a man whose mother has breast cancer.
Here is a man who rather than allow his wife and mother
to fight this battle by themselves,
took time off from the PGA tour to be with them.
Here was a man that returned to the game
he loved when his wife ordered him to. Here was man,
who was so glad for the miracle that was happening
as his wife moved closer to a cure, that he rewarded her
oncologist by allowing him to be his guest caddy at
last week’s golf tournament.
This move, which could have cost Mickelson thousands
of dollars in purse money, was his gift to a man he knew
he could never thank enough for what he had given to him.
During the last round today, Phil’s wife was staying in their
hotel room since she was still weak from the chemo
treatments she is receiving. Phil did not know as he walked up
to the 18th tee that his wife would be there. All Phil did was smile.
He smiled to the crowds, he smiled to the TV audience,
he smiled to God. After his last putt found the bottom of the hole,
he hugged his caddy and others and walked to the scorer’s shack.
He then gave the biggest smile of the whole four days.
He saw his wife, and even in the midst of thousands of people,
it seemed that only two where there.
Tomorrow I am going to smile.
I am going to smile if it is nice weather or bad.
I am going to smile at the driver who honks his horn at me,
or the driver who cuts me off. I am going to smile
if I get the order or not. And when the day is done,
I am going to save my biggest smile for the person who makes me complete.
Then I am going to look to the heavens and give thanks for being able to smile.
Thanks Phil! God bless you and your family. And keep on smiling!
I got this same thing from my Mom, too!!