Thursday, June 26, 2014

Where The Monkey Drops It

When the British colonizers first came to Calcutta, India, they wanted to keep planing the game they loved, golf. So, they decided to build a course. What they didn't count on was the monkeys coming out of the trees and having a good time picking up the golf balls during their game. 

 The players might tee off with a nice drive down the middle of the fairway, but before he could reach the ball, a monkey would scoop up the ball and drop it into a sand trap or behind a tree.

 The golfers tried trapping the monkeys, but to no avail -- others quickly arrived to take their place. They even went to the expense of erecting a fence around the course, which only entertained the monkeys all the more; they loved jumping over it. 

 Finally, there was no other choice but to make a new rule for this particular golf course: The new rule...Play the ball where the monkey drops it.

 That's how it can be in life. We can work so hard at trying to make the perfect shot in this thing called life. We set the goal. We shoot for the goal. And just when we feel we have the make the perfect shot, some monkey is bound to come along and move the ball. 

 Things may not always go the way we wish. We may not always have everything we need. However, like the golfers, we can't give up. We must forge ahead regardless of how many times the ball is moved. 

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Check out some of my other blogs:
A Living Miracle http://cccenterhope.blogspot.com/2014/05/a-living-miracle.html
Cranky Old Man http://cccenterhope.blogspot.com/2012/12/cranky-old-man.html










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