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<center><br />  <br />  <br />  <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></center><br /><br />My father was driving on the highway through a construction zone. Traffic was going relatively slowly, and so he was following the car in front of him rather closely. I happened to be on the phone with my mother, who was in the passenger seat, and she was warning him to slow down. Before I knew it, I was hearing the sound of my parents getting into a fender bender - they had hit their brakes in time to avoid the suddenly-stopped car in front of them. However, the driver behind them had not been so careful. He struck my parents' vehicle from behind, thereby pushing them into the stopped vehicle in front of them. A three-car pile-up!<br /><br />But if what happened to you was so detrimental that it could have cost you your business, then you MUST speak out. The problem with this world is that too many people find themselves the victims of fraud or worse and just shrug their shoulders. They don't even give a second thought to how devastating it could be to another person if the same thing happened to them. Apathy is a terrible thing and there's too much of it in this world.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Number six requires you to shoot your tee ball through a window of trees, with anything left taking a swim, anything right heading into the forest, and anything long finding a creek. If you do avoid all that, you're left with at least a mid-iron into a well-bunkered green. We both got our money's worth here. Hansard headed into the forest while I took a swim. Long approaches came up short, and after a poor short-game display, I shamefully penciled in my first double of the day.<br /><br />The 17th is an uneventful par three, with no blood drawn. The final hole is a great closer. [https://incatalogue.ltd/ https://incatalogue.ltd/] 's a dogleg right that again requires a tee ball that stays short of a creek about 250 yards out. Anything right ends up in the trees, and trying to hit it long and straight off the tee ends up over the fairway and with a big tree blocking your approach in. After splitting the fairway, I found myself 160 yards away and in need of some last-minute heroics. I striped an eight-iron that was tracking all the way - until it bombed over the flag and ended 40-feet long. Calling my putt aggressive is one way to put it - I blew past the hole and onto the fringe. Not my finest close, with four putts securing yet another inferior showing relative to Hansard.<br /><br />The 16th hole is the best offering of the track. There's nothing fancy about it, measuring a meager 370 yards. What makes it such a great hole is the hugely elevated tee box, allowing us common folk to swing out of our shoes in an attempt to carry the green in one. Of course, there's a risk factor as well, with cars zipping by on highway 36 just a slice away. In an attempt to avoid a multi-traffic pile up, Hansard bailed right, then flubbed his approach. With 15 feet to a birdie and redemption, things were looking promising for a tight finish. Things went south quickly when Hans scrambled up a par while I three-rolled for a bogey. Two down with two to play, and my opportunity to finally break out of a losing slump was quickly beginning to fade.<br /><br />E Honda, who in the game is a Japanese sumo wrestler, is in the movie a fat Hawaiian cameraman who teams up with Chun-Li, who at least looks somewhat Chinese and plays a news reporter.<br /><br />It was a rhetorical question and yet it begged for hope. I was trance-like, amazed that I would be so favored as to have this man pour out his story to me. My whole vision of TellingTouch, its mission, came crawling up my back. &quot;These are the real stories of life--these are the Tellings--this is why you have created TellingTouch. These stories need to be heard.&quot; I was listening with my soul now. I stared at Ron. I wanted to cry. I wanted to thank him for his taking time to tell me his story. I wanted to make it all better, but I couldn't. I could only embrace this tremendous compassion and let it settle in my soul.

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My father was driving on the highway through a construction zone. Traffic was going relatively slowly, and so he was following the car in front of him rather closely. I happened to be on the phone with my mother, who was in the passenger seat, and she was warning him to slow down. Before I knew it, I was hearing the sound of my parents getting into a fender bender - they had hit their brakes in time to avoid the suddenly-stopped car in front of them. However, the driver behind them had not been so careful. He struck my parents' vehicle from behind, thereby pushing them into the stopped vehicle in front of them. A three-car pile-up!

But if what happened to you was so detrimental that it could have cost you your business, then you MUST speak out. The problem with this world is that too many people find themselves the victims of fraud or worse and just shrug their shoulders. They don't even give a second thought to how devastating it could be to another person if the same thing happened to them. Apathy is a terrible thing and there's too much of it in this world.




Number six requires you to shoot your tee ball through a window of trees, with anything left taking a swim, anything right heading into the forest, and anything long finding a creek. If you do avoid all that, you're left with at least a mid-iron into a well-bunkered green. We both got our money's worth here. Hansard headed into the forest while I took a swim. Long approaches came up short, and after a poor short-game display, I shamefully penciled in my first double of the day.

The 17th is an uneventful par three, with no blood drawn. The final hole is a great closer. https://incatalogue.ltd/ 's a dogleg right that again requires a tee ball that stays short of a creek about 250 yards out. Anything right ends up in the trees, and trying to hit it long and straight off the tee ends up over the fairway and with a big tree blocking your approach in. After splitting the fairway, I found myself 160 yards away and in need of some last-minute heroics. I striped an eight-iron that was tracking all the way - until it bombed over the flag and ended 40-feet long. Calling my putt aggressive is one way to put it - I blew past the hole and onto the fringe. Not my finest close, with four putts securing yet another inferior showing relative to Hansard.

The 16th hole is the best offering of the track. There's nothing fancy about it, measuring a meager 370 yards. What makes it such a great hole is the hugely elevated tee box, allowing us common folk to swing out of our shoes in an attempt to carry the green in one. Of course, there's a risk factor as well, with cars zipping by on highway 36 just a slice away. In an attempt to avoid a multi-traffic pile up, Hansard bailed right, then flubbed his approach. With 15 feet to a birdie and redemption, things were looking promising for a tight finish. Things went south quickly when Hans scrambled up a par while I three-rolled for a bogey. Two down with two to play, and my opportunity to finally break out of a losing slump was quickly beginning to fade.

E Honda, who in the game is a Japanese sumo wrestler, is in the movie a fat Hawaiian cameraman who teams up with Chun-Li, who at least looks somewhat Chinese and plays a news reporter.

It was a rhetorical question and yet it begged for hope. I was trance-like, amazed that I would be so favored as to have this man pour out his story to me. My whole vision of TellingTouch, its mission, came crawling up my back. "These are the real stories of life--these are the Tellings--this is why you have created TellingTouch. These stories need to be heard." I was listening with my soul now. I stared at Ron. I wanted to cry. I wanted to thank him for his taking time to tell me his story. I wanted to make it all better, but I couldn't. I could only embrace this tremendous compassion and let it settle in my soul.