Personal Narrative - A Hole In One Essay

Having the mind and determination to become successful isn’t an easy task. Success isn’t considered a gift, it should be a hard task to achieve and it matters how it is accomplished. Success

My love for golf is like a cluster of blooming flowers, only showing the beautiful and impressive feelings. I have been playing

CARMEN It was going slow like it was going to turn at the corner and circle around the block and come back!

I watch a baseball smack right off my bat and look at it fly threw the air like an exotic toucan. I can see the fans in the stand go silent and just watch the ball soar.

Why had I quit golf? I thought to myself, then I remembered. Golf is hard so being a Floridian, I did what a real Floridian does, I

The sand traps, one about 200 yards on the left side of the fairway and the other another 50 yards ahead of it at the end of the fairway before it doglegs to the left. It's pearly white colored rocks glisten in the warm spring sun. Its narrow, extremely narrow, only about a 30 yard wide fairway, and even more narrow opening to the fairway from the tips. The hazard to the right is once again dense and misleading for behind the majestic tree line there immediately lies a treacherous creek like the sirens Odysseus encounters in Odyssey on his way home for they were beautiful yet scary because they knew it lured sailors to their death. Now everything accounted for, the plan was now set to take the safe approach into this gusty tight par 4. Firmly and confidently I grasp the smooth surface of my 3 wood shaft, yanking in from my patriotic colored Callaway golf bag. I gradually move my hands up the club to its stiff rubber grip, taking long deep breaths, focusing in and getting into a state of mind where u just forget every thought you have in ur mind and you enter a state of near blissful

I wasn’t able to hit greens or make putts. The frustration I felt on the course that day was compounded as the day continued and I was unable to figure out what I was doing wrong. I was able to calm myself down by gazing out to the shimmering blue sea and taking in the warm sun on my face.

Once, a very long time ago, Vincent Van Gogh was said to have drunk yellow paint, hoping to gain happiness. Three years ago, I joined my school’s golf team for the same reason. I found myself isolated at school, realizing that I was pushing school work over my social life during my sophomore year. It was when I desperately struggled to surround myself with positivity that I found myself at the Santa Teresa Golf Course. The first few practices at a sport I had never touched was more upsetting than enjoyable. Unexpectedly, golf requires a mentality where the confidence to overcome obstacles is essential to successive progression in the sport. Being compared to my older sister at home, and then struggling to fit in at school, made self-doubt a

I was walking towards the seventeenth hole of the Deep Cliff golf course, listening the rattle of the clubs on my back. My mouth dry of thirst from the pack of trail mix I had ate. I looked down at my scorecard and realized that I did not do as fortunate as I thought. My feet were aching and my arms were sore. I arrived at the seventeenth tee box after what felt like ages. I scanned the sign next to a decrepit bench. It read that the flag was one hundred seventy yards away. I dug deep into my pocket and pulled out a three inch tee and a golf ball. I teed up the ball, eyeing the flag in the distance. Little did I know, that the proudest moment of my life was waiting for me one hundred seventy yards away.

He says, “Don’t worry about anything, just trust in the work you’ve put in and go compete.” These dark thoughts of failure and doubt are now replaced with much warmer memories. I begin to reminisce about the years of long hours practicing and grinding in order to get to this moment. I think about all the time that I’ve spent with my friends that were on the same mission that I was as we played the game we loved from the time the sun popped up in the east and fell down over the horizon in the west. I am much more calm now as I take the tee and our round begins. I look to my fellow competitors and I see many of the same mistakes that I make. This gives me comfort in knowing that even though they do have a prestigious past, the golf ball doesn’t know

After a few minutes of walking, I finally reach the sign that reads “Hole one”. I gently laid the golf ball on the tee, feeling the smooth dimples of the ball leave my hand. I pull out the club out of my bag, and hold a tight grip on the club. “Play confidently,” I tell myself once more. I try to remember what my trainer taught me, which was to loosen my joints. I practice a few swings, so I don’t mess up for the real thing. After the prep, it is time for the real deal. I begin to raise my club, then I let it hit the ball.

Through this experience I learned to keep calm in situations that may not be the best to be in. But I also learned that no matter what the stakes are that your are playing under, you should always try your best to stay positive and play your best. Meaning sometimes you will not do your best and you need to learn to get through those tough times. This experience showed me how to deal with future sports events, and just stressful situations in general. But overall, I not only gained a new friend, but I also obtained a new life skill for my golfing

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So I dropped it on the nearest table where everyone's bags were and I hid it under a bag so that no one would see it and In a way that definitely wouldn't slip into someone else's bag by mistake. I can't stress enough how unlikely how hidden it thought it was and that I shouldn't have slipped into anyone bag, especially if all of them were the small stringy bags with no pockets. So I left it there and went to play wall ball.

The whole unpleasantness which can result from an errant shot is tolerated for those rare shots that are ecstasy from beginning to end. The perfect, vibrationless contact of club and ball, the shadow of the ball painted against the sky, the sight of the ball nestled close to the flagstick, the feeling of triumph that results from that extremely improbable sequence of events all make up for the time and frustrations needed to learn the game.