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A Painful Lesson in Staying Calm
Oh boy, was I ever furious! I was cursing up a storm! “Damn ball! Where the hell did it think it was going? Who the hell ever let me learn how to golf? They obviously were one damn stupid bastard to think I could ever golf!” I briskly stormed away from the tee-box, enraged that my ball was completely out of control as it had flown through the air a few minutes earlier. “Just go damnit! Hit your fricken ball!” I sounded like a small pathetic child yelling at her mother because she had not gotten her way in an argument as I screamed angrily at my brother who was now standing on the tee-box ready to send his ball to the ends of the earth.
As I turned around to begin the journey towards my hopeless shot, disregarding the obvious mistake I was making, it hit me. The pressure from the sudden unexpected impact on the tip of my left elbow shot through my entire body quickly and painfully. The pain shot from my elbow, through my arm, down through my legs, then back up to my other arm, and finally to my head. The pain was strong and sharp. It felt as though I had fallen on an electric cattle fence, and it had given me one strong electrical shock that overtook my whole body with pain for a split second.
In that split second I saw the world a little differently. I felt as though I had been shot. My mind paused and took a photograph of the view in front of me. I was only able to take one quick vivid photograph in my mind though because it all happened so quickly. The shimmering green grass was blinding my eyes as the strong rays of sunlight beamed down upon the fairway. There was a little gully about fifteen feet from me where there was tall grass that looked like pieces of green and brown string sticking out of the ground. A little patch of grass was missing by the gully to reveal a small sparkling creek that flowed rapidly. There was no wind to blow the strings, so they sat there motionless. I saw the bright green leaves of the trees that were almost completely surrounding me.
When I found myself on my Feet, I looked about me, and must confess I never beheld a more entertaining Prospect. The Country round appeared like a continued Garden, and the inclosed Fields, which were generally Forty Foot square, resembled so many Beds of flowers. These Fields were intermingled with Woods of half a Stang, and the tallest Trees, as I could judge, appeared to be seven Foot high. I viewed the Town on my left Hand, which looked like the painted Scene of a City in a Theatre.
Looking up before the ball is hit may make one completely miss the ball all together. The intricate parts of a fluid golf swing must be perfected in order to become adept at the game. Many amateurs and professionals take lessons year round trying to winnow out the foibles in their game. In Five Lessons: the Modern Fundamentals of Golf by Ben Hogan and Herbert Wind, Hogan says, “Golf also seems to bring out the scientist in a person. He soon discovers that unless he goes about observing and testing with an orderly method, he is simply complicating his problems.”
Some could argue that my mild-prescription glasses is all it took for me to see the forest differently. You could call it cliché, or unreal, or the kind of thing that only happens in movies, but I promise that in that time something changed in my mind as well. When I went into the forest, I was expecting to find something great. There was no heavenly vision, and no profound moment of spirituality, but I realized that I didn’t need one. What I realized, is that the forest itself is great. All that time I expected
First, we plan to research and discuss how the human body reacts to bullet trauma; i.e. a torso bullet wound. With bullet penetration being the worst-case scenario, we must first know the possible injuries as well as the likelihood of death for certain bullet locations. After discussing the possible short-term and long-term effects of bullet penetration, we can detail how
In the sport of golf, there are many ways in which good etiquette is incorporated. Honesty is often seen as the most significant quality of the golfer and is practiced during many different situations on the course. There are numerous rules and regulations to follow when golfing, and ...
As the sky begins to brighten to a gray, and the stars that were so brilliant just seconds ago begin to grow dim, my imagination starts to picture things moving that are really nothing but shadows in the trees. It is as if the shadows are racing around trying to find their owners before the sun peeks its gleaming face up over the horizon. A deer jumps from its bed, scaring the horses and pumping a quart of adrenaline through my system, as my pistol jumps to my hand. Once I realize it is just a deer, I put my pistol back in its holster.
Feeling quite sure of myself, I marched over towards the green and just in case anyone happened to be watching this excellent display of the game of golf impressively removed my putter from its rack and advanced to discard the flag marker from the hole. In the game of golf, there are roughly four different areas of expertise that are used; the first is the ability to drive, a long range skill to hit the ball from the tee box over the fairway. The second and third are somewhat one in the same; a person’s capability to use an iron club and pitch or chip with such a club are vital to success in the game. Lastly, as some would say the most important talent of the entire game, is being able to put a ball well. This unfortunately hadn’t always been my strong suit and as I came upon the lay of the ball a certain mettle was
We took off down a path covered softly with moss and tiny pink flowers. Off to the side of the path were endless green trees and pants all nestled together to make one beautiful piece of art. After a while, we reached a sparkling, clear brook. It was about twelve feet deep and nearly three feet deep. The path wound right along side the water. Down the brook a ways, we came to a deep water hole where the fish danced in the swirling current. I noticed the brook was beginning to flow a little faster now, and I could hear the steady, rushing noise of the water falling over the cliffs that lied ahead. We walked to the cliff's edge to look over at the crystal clear lagoon that lay below us. The falls dropped about thirty feet down before it met the pool of water below. To the sides of the waterfall were moss-covered rocks, ferns and other green plants, growing from the crevices of the cliffs.
My hand shaking at every thought, a cold shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I lifted my hand up and a strong smell hit my nose, it was the smell of blood. I lifted the object and shock hit me like lightening, fear displaced my sadness, sickness changed my bloodstream from blood to a thick liquid pus and vomit. I held the muscle with my right hand as my left hand was paralysed with shock. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move but shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again.
My worst ever tournament round, and it had emerged at the worst possible time, like Mr. Hyde destroying Dr. Jekyll’s brightest hopes and dreams. The memories swirled in my head, wearing down my motivation and resolve, sending me into a cloud of melancholy from which I was not sure if I would emerge. The massive traffic jam resulted in a mental car crash, stunning and disorienting the part of my brain hardwired for golf. While in this stupor, I was neither profound nor resilient; I was disappointed, pathetic, hopeless. How could I recover from such a deflating experience? I needed an intervention; thankfully, my father and golf coach readily supplied one, and the path to ultimate success reappeared before me, just waiting to be
This deep in the forest was dark and damp, even with the sun overhead. The trees covered any light there was in the sky. We carried onward and tried to make sure we remembered each turn we took, so we couldn’t get lost. Eventually, we came to a clearing. It was fairly large and seemed out-of-place, but we decided to stop and have a look around.
Everything around me was unchanged, but I felt as if I was lifted from my feet and flying above everyone else. The wind guided me as I made my way down the Lakefront Trail, steering me in new directions and helping me discover the simple details I would normally miss while not paying attention. While I was flying, I noticed the way the sky looked in the late afternoon on a brisk fall day, I payed attention to the sounds of leaves rustling in the wind and the chirps of birds in their nests. I noticed the powerful thump my shoes made as they crashed onto the solid pavement with every step and the sound of the waves crashing on the borders of the Lakefront
But I wanted to see what would be ahead of the path so I carried on. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. When I bent down to check out my ankle, I fell forward, tumbling through the steep path. Both of my elbows and knees were scraped and beaten. They had wounds that were bleeding profusely.
As I landed, I felt a sudden jerk of my right leg. An unbearable shock of pain from the root of my heel crept up my entire body. I trembled and fell to my knees almost immediately. It was something I’ve never felt before. I lied on the floor in a shiver.
I didn't recognise any trees or pathways. We must have run so speedily and blindly. As noon approached, Tam and I decided to lay down on the surface. I was staring into the sky, when a raucous thunder howled. Caliginous and tenebrous clouds weaved themselves into the sky. The sky had darkened as though a curtain had been pulled across it. The earthy smell of the rain had filled the air. Rain started to intensify, like bullets being shot from an AK-47. A bright flash of lightning zigzagged across the sky, illuminating the surrounding dark clouds around. The deafening claps of thunder hurt my ears and the swirling dust came into my eyes. I turned to see Tam's face, he was hysterical and petrified. After twenty horrifying minutes, the incessant claps of thunder stopped. Wind slowed down and the rain settled into a quiet drizzle, until it completely stopped. We began our search for the school bus. It had been forty-eight hours since we had left