Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:02

Golfing with Quinton

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I become deeply immersed in the system of things; in complete and total mindless busyness!  I learn and grow in this busy state, which of course is part of our purpose for being here.   It is sometimes hard to let go and simply enjoy myself.

Case in point, I felt bad about leaving work to attend the annual BOMA Phoenix golf tournament.  I was fielding calls and handling busy work up until I left, and was still taking calls on the way.  However, I was curious to see what I was supposed to experience at the tournament because it is rarely simply about having fun, although it was part of my agenda.  Whenever I golf, I think of Quinton and hope he will make his presence known in some way.  My expectations increase when I golf at any BOMA tournament.  

I did have fun playing golf, and I was doing a pretty good job.  I was encouraged since because of my surgically repaired shoulder and the simple fact that I don’t practice, I will never be a long ball hitter.  Making contact with the ball is good enough.  We came up to a hole where we met some new friends who had become vendor partners.  They had set up a goal post with several footballs at the hole.  Well, Quinton and I loved throwing a football, so when I picked one up and started tossing it around with the guys.  Of course, I was thinking of Q.   This experience completely lifted my spirits and allowed me to feel that Quinton was with me.  I didn’t know what hole we were on until later in the week.

Then, while I was golfing, I hit one of the best shots off the tee.  I started jumping around, laughing and giggling, saying that it was the best ever! Or so I thought.  A couple of holes later, I hit my truly best shot ever off the tee.  I was so impressed that I measured it.  It was 210 yards; something I have never done.  It was straight and low, and I had made clean contact with it, neither hitting too far under nor topping the ball.  I knew Quinton was there.   Since we were playing a scramble, my shot was chosen.  My next shot had us on the green, about 8 feet from the hole.  Being able to hit two amazing shots in a row has never happened before!  Never!  I ended up carding a par on the hole, but the quality of the shots was enough for me to know that Q was there with me.  But it gets better!

As we drove to the next hole, I wondered what hole I had been on, looking for any additional coincidences.  I was thinking this as we rolled up to the 16th hole.  Well, I'll be, I thought.  Quinton’s shenanigans had taken place on the 15th hole!  I was not at all surprised and knew that this was still another validation that my son was with me on those swings and at that hole.  

A couple of days later, I met with one of the friends with whom I was throwing the football.  I asked him on which hole they had chosen to install the goal.  I was shocked when he told me that it was the 12th hole.  You might think this is all a coincidence, but after many years of recognizing and acknowledging signs from Q, I realized that this was no accident.  Quinton was born on December 15!  12/15 and it was on those two holes that he was with me.  And while he was with me he lightened my load and allowed my spirit to soar.

Blessings!  

May you recognize the signs of your loved ones when they visit! -Ernie and Kristine Jackson

 

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