When I was in high school I was playing golf with my brother and two other kids that happened to be brothers. The younger of the two other kids was sitting about 30 feet in front of me and to the side of the tee when I swung. I nearly whiffed and toed it right at him. It smashed into his face just below his eye and broke his cheek bone. It was the scariest, grossest thing that I have ever seen on a golf course. To this day I wish that I could take that shot back.
He was knocked over backwards by the impact and probably came pretty close to being killed by the errant shot. The ball ended up 30 yards behind me in the bushes. (I think that it was probably out of bounds, come to think of it) My brother and I tried to ignore it and the other two brothers limped all the way to the club house. We did not walk in with them and I could kick myself for not going in. My parents were furious that we did not tell them. We were scared to death to tell them. The studid thing about it is it was totally an accident. How could I possibly have gotten into trouble for this mistake?
Anyway, after all of these years I ran into the older of the two brothers on a local course last summer and it all came racing back to me. I still feel badly about having hit his brother, not having walked in to the clubhouse after it happened, and not telling my parents about it immediately.
Bill Grimes, where ever you are, I am sorry.
That incident left such an impression on me that I cringe every time I see someone standing in front of someone about to hit a shot. I relay this story and they move back behind the person taking the shot.
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