On a quiet Sunday afternoon, Pamela went to Lake Tahoe Golf Course, to play a round of golf. She asked a stranger if he would mind if she joined him. He was gracious and accepted. He took his cart and I took mine and off we played. Come to find out he knows an associate of mine. They approached Hole 6, the dreaded hole, by my golfing partners, over the river. Bill hit first, then watched as I hit and said, “Nice Stroke, you are going to love it! It is within inches of the hole!” We took off in our carts, went over the river and I did not see my ball. Bill grabbed my shoulders and said, ” Go to the pin!” I looked in the cup and there was my ball! I shouted out to the world! It was a memorable afternoon. Just wished my family or golfing buddies could have been there! Thank you, Bill, for being my witness!