Fore-gone Conclusion!

One of the gentlemen who visits the Day Center where I work came in looking absolutely despondent one morning.  “Joe,” I asked him, “What’s wrong?”

“Every morning since I retired I’ve gone out and played a round of golf,” Joe said.  “If the course was open, I was there.  But this morning?”  He shook his head.  “I’ve got to own up to it.  My eyesight just isn’t what it used to be. I hit the ball, and I just can’t see where it goes.”

“Why don’t you take Murray with you?” I asked.  Murray was our ‘Early Bird’ and I knew he’d be up for an outing first thing in the morning.

“Are you kidding?” Joe asked.  “Murray’s never played golf in his life!”

“He doesn’t need to know how to play golf,” I assured him.  “If all you need is someone to help you find the ball, he’ll do a great job, and you guys will have fun.”

Joe and Murray talk, and it’s all agreed that Murray will go golfing with Joe the next morning.  I left work that day feeling really good about the whole thing: one of my favorite clients was going to be able to continue a favorite activity.

The next day, though, Joe wasn’t so happy.

“What happened?” I asked him.  “I thought Murray was going to go golfing with you.”

“He did,” Joe replied.

“So why the long face?” I asked.

“We got out there to the golf course, and I hit the ball.  Murray was right there with me, and after, I asked him, ‘Murray, did you see me hit that ball?’

And Murray said ‘Of course I did! I have great eyesight!’

‘So which way did it go?’ I asked him.

‘You know, I can’t remember!’”

Luckily, we had another client who likes to golf, and she volunteered to play a few days each week with Joe!