Here is my normal morning schedule. I follow this routine as if my life depends on it. I follow this routine because I indicate what is most important to me by following it. (My first true activity that doesn’t include human functioning activities is reading the scriptures.)
- Get up.
- Get ready.
- Take Molly out.
- Read the scriptures.
- Pray.
- Do some positive-thinking type work to help frame my mind correctly.
- Eat breakfast.
- Feed Molly.
- Go to work.
But today, I got up and felt as nervous as a toad in an intersection on a hot road. I randomly felt I needed to check on some work I was doing last night… so I did.
When I decided to go back upstairs and do what I had been missing, I was shocked to discover that my interruption in routine saved me from serious injury.
Some crazy golfer hit a drive from a putting green that sent it flying like a missile through my bedroom window. Its path sent it hurtling directly in a straight line. It would have hit my head as I sat in my chair reading my scriptures.
Glass shattered all over the room. It was all over the bed, on the far side of the bed, in the bedding, on the floor… all over everywhere.
Incredible.
The chair where I sit every morning.
Naturally, Gary went over and talked to a golf course employee. He said that they would attempt to find the errant golfer. He suggested that it was a stray curve ball.
Not.
As you can see, a thick stand of trees exists between our yard and the golf course. We find balls below them often because the balls can’t get through the trees and once they head them, the balls drop. The balls land far away from the house because even if someone was trying to get out of the sand trap, the ball curves up and then lands harmlessly away from the house. The house is not close to the course.
(Molly is our official golf-ball hunter. She has quite a collection now.)
This golfer happened to aim right between those trees and then hit a long – a very impressively long – drive straight at our house.
That little dip you see in the first photo is the only place we can see the course because the trees are big and thick.
Once we receive the invoice from the glass company, Gary is going to take over the photos and the invoice and hand it to the golf course manager.
What a blessing that I was not in that chair!
