GOD AS GOLFER IS MY CHEERLEADER

MAY 11, 2022 – Blogger’s note: Something so extraordinary happened to me yesterday, I felt compelled to write aboiut it today, interrupting my travel blog series on Siberia. Tomorrow’s post will resume my account of the “Grand Odyssey.”

I take my daily hike in “Little Switzerland.” In reality, it’s a hilly golf course in St. Paul, Minnesota; a place I imagine as a scale model of Switzerland. My goal B.C. (“before cancer”) was to hike the hills enough to accumulate 750 vertical feet each day—a mile’s worth in a week. Recently, I’ve been ramping back up to this lofty quota. Yesterday, I exceeded it. I experienced . . . a miracle. It unfolded as follows:

Seventeen steps below the summit of “St. Moritz,” my route crossed an asphalt cart path. Twenty feet away approached a lone, aged golfer with his golf bag strapped across his back.

“You’re getting a good workout,” he called out. I stopped and greeted him. “I’m 80,” he said, “. . . and you’re not . . . How old are you?”

“In August I’ll be 68.”

“Good for you,” he said. “You look great!”

“Thanks, but last January,” I said, leaning on my ski poles, “I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma. I did fine with the initial treatment. In June I’m slated to undergo what’s called an autologous stem cell transplant.”

“Multiple myeloma.” The man nodded pensively. “Over the past 12 years,” he said, “they’ve made huge strides in treatment. I know all about it. You’re gonna do great!”

In the intense conversation that followed, the good man—who was a retired physician—repeated the phrase, ‘You’re gonna do great!’ no fewer than three times. He added that I’d “live a long time” and that I’d have “a great life ahead.”

I learned that he loved “Little Switzerland” because of the birds (and other wildlife); that he golfed there several times a week and always walked; that he was no pro but was proud that on his latest outing of four holes he’d shot one under par.

When I expressed how impressed I was that he carried his bag, he displayed his honesty: “Well, it’s not as heavy as it looks,” he said. As he swung the bag around in front of himself, he showed that he carried only three clubs—a driver, a putter, and a multi-purpose club with an adjustable grip.

The head covers, I noticed, were gold and maroon with a prominent “M” for “University of Minnesota,” which is where I’ll undergo the “autologous stem cell transplant.” Instantly, I realized that this 80-year old dude wearing a golf cap, golf shoes, carrying a golf bag, wearing sunglasses, and sporting the colors of the U of M . . . was GOD and that he was talking to ME!

You can imagine God’s grin and the laughter in his heart when he heard me say, “Sir, you’re quite an inspiration.” Perhaps you can also picture the movie Oh, God starring George Burns.

Along came a foursome conveyed by two golf carts. They slowed to greet their friend, and God said to them, “I’ll catch up with you in a moment.” They continued toward the next tee, whereupon God turned to me and gesturing like a guru sharing a namaskar, repeated the phrase, “You’re gonna do great!

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© 2022 by Eric Nilsson

6 Comments

  1. Alan Maclin says:

    Very cool! You’re gonna do GREAT!

  2. Don Brunnquell says:

    Love it Eric! Your experience is way under par and over the top magnificent. though I’m generally not much of a fan of messages from on high, I love this one!

    1. Eric Nilsson says:

      Thanks, Don. I told the story to my therapist today and prefaced it with, “Whether you’re a strident believer, a militant atheist, or a shrug-of-the-shoulders agnostic, you’ll find encouragement in the story I’m about to tell . . .”

  3. Karen Larsen says:

    You may not remember me, Karen Larsen. I was on the SPCO board for years and know 2 of your sisters and Chuck and Garrison.
    Your column is my first read every morning, and I have worried about your health although I love the travelogue.
    This morning’s piece about little Switzerland and God lifted my spirits immensely!
    Many thanks for your wonderful writing and sharing.

    1. Eric Nilsson says:

      Karen, of course I remember you! And thank you for your kind, generous, and uplifting words. I trust you are well and in good cheer. As I’m learning more than ever, “It takes a village . . .” and “[Humanity truly is] in this together.”

      Best regards,

      Eric

      1. Jeffrey S. Klenk says:

        I’ve been telling you that for months as well. You’re gonna do great. (Maybe I’ll take up golf…?)

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