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morslaI helped Pa pick some fruit yesterday, as the citrus trees are almost collapsing under the weight. He turned 91 back in January, and was regretting the fact that he had to give up playing golf just before his stroke. He can't walk very far these days, and misses the exercise that he used to get. While musing about his health, he turned to me and said,
"I used to play golf every week with this chap in his eighties - he's probably still playing now. Two years ago he had a stroke out on the course, as far from the clubhouse as you could get. Must have been a mile across the green.
I carried him all the way back to the clubhouse. He's not a big chap, and I didn't mind the weight. It was picking him up and putting him back down every time I wanted to play another hole that really got me..."
"I used to play golf every week with this chap in his eighties - he's probably still playing now. Two years ago he had a stroke out on the course, as far from the clubhouse as you could get. Must have been a mile across the green.
I carried him all the way back to the clubhouse. He's not a big chap, and I didn't mind the weight. It was picking him up and putting him back down every time I wanted to play another hole that really got me..."
