Posted October 10, 2015 in Sacred Stories

You're Taking My Place

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.


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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….

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