Jake was always sick. He repeatedly got infections—mostly or the flu—from patients. He considered himself lucky be alive, considering what he’d read about deadly and viruses that were developing immunity to all latest drugs. A hospital is a dangerous place. wanted out of the hospital, but he had to go. He was no spring chicken. The , benefits, and hours were good. His schedule regularly three- or four-day weekends.
But, he was just through the same motions, day after day. He at the top of the ladder for an . There were no other jobs that he could for, unless he wanted to go to school several years to become a tech or a nurse. But those jobs would mean working in hospital. He wanted out.
He wished he had with his old job as an assistant pro Brookside Golf Course. The pay was low and benefits were few, but the game of golf his passion. He loved teaching the game to . He was a happy man when he worked the golf course—the freshly mowed green grass, the sky, the white clouds. Not a sick person sight—only healthy people, enjoying themselves. Why had he that job, he wondered over and over. Ten ago, he must have had a good reason, he sure couldn’t remember what it was now. life was now a constant regret about the decision he had ever made.