What do you do when your golf club leaves your hand and is flying over hundreds of people? Do you grab a 6 iron and pretend it's not yours? Do you yell, "Fore!" and just hope that everyone gets out of the way? Do you justify your inaction with thoughts like, "At baseball games, bats and balls find their way to the stands all the time, and people fight each other to get them. Isn't this the same thing? Wouldn't it be wrong for me to keep my club from being theirs?" It was a warm, spring afternoon, and I was invited by my older brother and his friend to go to the driving range to hit some balls. Since this was my first time ever to hit a golf ball with a golf club, I was pretty excited. I had visions of being amazing, of reaching new distances that no one ever reached before. I imagined them naming the new distance after me. They might call it the "Josh Zone" or "Land of Josh." But to my dismay, the only tangible memory or imprint tha
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