|Geoff|
I was staying in the Philippines for nearly two months now. I stayed with my cousins who have a home in a private village with a golf course nearby. And every time I Niel invited me to play…I refused. I would choose to spend my time watching polo or taking an adventure in the far north of the country.
Then on a certain day where I suddenly felt peace, Niel invited me to play golf with him once again. He was so shocked about it and quickly pulled me to his car before I changed my mind.
Well, in truth, I was hesitating about it at first. But then…I was suddenly missing the game since I haven’t held a golf club since the incident. And I was told to rest my wrist from any form of stress if I still wanted to play golf. My doctor prescribed me a half month or a year before I swing a
