Everything went black. I felt a warm stream of blood trickle past my lip. I lifted my hands to my head and hair scrunched between my fingers, full of dried blood. Time stood still it seemed. I pulled myself to my feet and all I could see was my friend sobbing. At this point, I knew I should not have lied. It was the middle of March which meant my parents were on their annual church trip. They were eleven hours away from me in Oklahoma. My grandma, who does not live here, was in charge for the week. I told her I would be spending the night at the mall with my friends shopping. However, my plan was to go on a double date to Walthers Golf and Fun. I didn’t tell the whole truth only because the boy I was meeting was new and had not met my parents yet. The plan was working. I arrived to Maddy’s house to find the boys waiting for us in a grey jeep with the top off. The way to Evansville seemed like it took years because I was so nervous. We rushed through Mcdonald’s drive through then headed to Walthers. The weather was perfect so we chose the course outside. We made our way around and ended on the ninth hole. I think the boys were trying to show off because they started to hit golf balls across the highway. …show more content…
When I opened my eyes, I could see a pool of blood on the neon green course. I reached my hands down to lift myself up, but all I could see was the splattered blood on my baby blue jeans. I heard my date rush to my side to lift me up and carry me inside. My head was spinning so fast and I couldn’t think straight. Panic sunk in as soon as I saw my butchered nose in the mirror. This wasn’t something I could hide. My first reaction was to call my sister to let her know what happened, but also see if she could redeem me from my lie. To my advantage, her and her fiance were in Evansville already. Although I knew I needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible, I met up with Haley first. She rushed me to the emergency room and called my
The sweat was dripping down my face as I pushed the weights off my chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that we checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as coach Ben yells “Hurry up and get out”. My heart started beating faster and faster. We didn’t know what was going on. As we were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. I could feel the burn on my elbow but I didn’t know what it was. When we got to the gym my elbow was covered in blood. We were told to get down and stay quiet. Later on we were told a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide. That was one of many gun incidents at my high school.
As I got to know my husband's family, I knew golf was the one thing I eventually was going to have to learn. To them golf is more than just a sport, it is a way of life. Every summer they gather on the golf course for at least one round of golf a week and it always made me wonder, what is it about the game that has got them this hooked? Is there something about it I am just not getting? Every holiday, birthday or major occasion, there is always someone who will happily accept any gift related to golf. So one day, I began to ask questions, and eventually I found out the person they have to thank for this wonderful vice is Grandpa Luke.
I guess it started when I was about twelve years old. My father took me to this place called a golf course. I did not know why or what we were here for, but I was interested in finding out. We entered a building called a clubhouse; then, he paid for a bucket of practice balls. I followed him to the driving range. Once we got there, he got a metal stick from his golf bag and gave it to me. I grabbed the stick, and he showed me how to hold it. Then, he told me to swing it. I swung it back and forth as careless as I could. He then said, "Son, you have one of the nicest golf swings I have ever seen." I did not even know what I was doing with that stick, but I guess my dad saw something I didn't. My father then decided that he was ready to teach me how to use the three clubs of golf: a putter, iron, and wood. He handed me the putter, and we went to the green. He explained to me that a putter is used on a green to get the ball into the hole. I took a few smooth swings back and forth to get a feel for a putter. He said, "Hit this ball until it goes into the hole." I was impressed with myself because it only took me six hits to get it in the hole. He laid twenty balls on the green, and he told me to hit every ball in with one shot. It took me about three hours, but I accomplished what my dad told me. He thought I was ready to try the next club, so we headed to the next location. We went out onto the fairway, and he handed me an iron. He laid out some more balls on the ground and told me to hit them towards the flag on the green. The first ball I hit did not even get close to the green. The rest of the balls I hit went either over or on the front of the green, but I never let another one fall short. My dad said, "Keep practicing until you hit all of the balls on the green." I kept practicing until all of the balls were laid up around the flag.
Ever since I was a little kid, golf has been there. Golf has been something in my life that I can always fall back on and use to get some anger out of just to clear my head. No matter what it was, golf has been my rock. There is nothing like waking up at the crack of dawn to get out under the sun to play a game you love.
I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
“Golf! You hit down to make the ball go up. You swing left and the ball goes right. The lowest score wins. And on top of that, the winner buys the drinks” (“Seniors…”). The game of golf may seem backwards, but it tests each player’s mental and physical abilities on every swing. To be an effective golfer, one must know the rules of the game, strategies for playing the game successfully, and how to improve one’s skills continuously on and off the course. The main goal in playing golf is simple: to get the ball into the hole with the fewest amount of strokes possible, but that is harder than it sounds (McGann 4). Because the same shot is never hit twice, due to the nature of the sport, every round is a learning experience. This makes an intriguing, challenging game for all ages.
I unwilllingly walked through the entrance of regret and guilt. With teary eyes from what happened the night before, I didn’t know what I could say. All I thought was ‘It was an accident’ but that didn’t matter anymore.
It just always seemed like something that I had to do. Ever since I was ten years old I’ve been playing, practicing, and talking about golf. I always have had a love for the game, but I never really thought about how stressful and painful it made my life. Even at ten I thought my future had already been planned for me. I was already thinking of life as a professional golfer. I was certain that I would go play golf for a big college, and instant fame would soon follow. It wasn’t until the last couple of years that life has changed for me.
Golf legend Bobby Jones once said, “I never learned anything from a tournament I won.” And I tend to agree. For while I have been fortunate enough to experience success during my high school golf career, the most valuable lesson I ever learned on the golf course came after shooting a 99 - the worst score I have posted in high school competition.
A golf club supply chain company needs to find a solution to the supply chain network planning problem. The production for the golf clubs are pending on the ability for the company to meet serval aspects. Currently they are facing the following: 14 components, 10 assembled products, 18 suppliers, 54 customers, and in a 12-month time period. “The main objective is to construct a procurement-assembly plan enabling it to minimize its costs while satisfying the customers’ demand over a given planning horizon is such a way as to hedge against uncertainty.” (Bilgen, B. 2010). Due to several uncertainties; it was determined that using the Fuzzy Mathematical Programming (FMP) model would provide the most accurate computational result. Zadah proposed
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
Our town is notable for having several interesting golf courses. For those residents whose interests lie in other pursuits, those courses are a waste of large quantities of otherwise useful space that could be better used to construct another mall or store. For the golf enthusiasts among us, however, the preponderance of courses is a delightful benefit of living in this otherwise uninteresting locale, where the only saving grace is the plentiful supply of interesting people.
On the day my father died, I remember walking home from school with my cousin on a November fall day, feeling the falling leaves dropping off the trees, hitting my cold bare face. Walking into the house, I could feel the tension and knew that something had happened by the look on my grandmother’s face. As I started to head to the refrigerator, my mother told me to come, and she said that we were going to take a trip to the hospital.
Everything was black. I felt the pain rushing through my body. One hit after another and all I could do was sit there and let it happen. Everyone was surrounded by us. All eyes were on me, I was helpless. Nobody was there to stand up for me. I was all alone. It’s not like this was the first time though, I was used to it. I’m Sam Krood and this is my story.