Hole In One
I entered the eighteenth tee box with my two colleagues, thought I had hit a good shot. One of the men said it’s going straight for the pin, we watched it come down and roll towards the pin. We walked up to the green and couldn’t see my ball, joking it might be in the cup. Sure enough there it was with my initials marked on the ball looking up at me. What a fantastic feeling to crown off what was my birthday week.