After an embarrassing 93 strokes around Pacific Dunes (things were moving VERY quickly), we woke up the next morning to see that our clubs had been delivered. The staff at the resort was more than helpful getting us sorted in a rental set, but I regrettably chose irons with regular flex shafts. The trip was off to a poor start, as our clubs did not make our connection to Eugene. When I finally did pass, the old man pulled through with the most simple of texts. When tempted to start perusing the internet, I would see those pictures and remember that there was a prize at the end of the tunnel, and that I needed to keep that nose buried. I kept a browser window open on the Bandon website as I studied. Is there any wonder now as to how I made golf my career instead of accounting? I wasn’t sure if he was serious about the offer, but it was that carrot at the end of the rope that motivated me to start taking the exam more seriously. Needing to pass the exam to get promoted to manager, the bribe that was proposed was that if I managed to pass all four parts, we would go on a father/son trip to Bandon Dunes. Almost a half decade had passed since my first attempt to pass the CPA Exam, and it was extremely apparent that standard measures were not going to be successful. In 2013, my dad dangled the ultimate temptation in front of me. When she does reply, my heart flutters, I get too excited, and it shines through in my response. I see that she’s read my text, but she hasn’t responded. I think about her a lot, but often my outreach goes unreturned.
(Photos courtesy of Bandon Dunes Golf Resort)
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