His golf game had been so off, he gave up his place on the league that night, paying to have a sub golf for him rather than be frustrated by his game.
Sitting at the counter of a neighborhood bar, having a beer and burger with his brother who was visiting from out-of-state, they struck up a conversation about golf with the guy next to them.
“I’m golfing later this afternoon. I am playing with Steve W.,” their new friend said.
He shook their new friend’s hand. “You must be David A. Steve is my golf partner. You’re taking my place!”
What a small world, filled with meaningful synchronicities….