You’re Not just Anything

I was playing golf awhile ago and there was a twosome ahead of me, a woman and a teenage boy. I was walking the course and they were in a golf cart so I was able to keep a comfortable distance between us. I watched at numerous holes how the woman drove the cart, took videos of the teenager’s swing and commented on his shots. I assumed she was his coach.

When we were all done playing I ran into the woman in the rest room and asked if she was his coach. She said “No, I’m just his mother. Today is his birthday and I took him out to play golf.”

I looked at her and said “you’re not just his mother, you ARE his mother. She looked at me for a few seconds, smiled, and walked away.

None of us are just anything; WE ARE someone, each of us.

Whatever I do, I present myself and talk about what I do and who I am in a noble manner. If I see myself that way, others will too.


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