… but how we handle it is optional.
At the golf course the other day, when my friends and I approached the third tee, there was an older woman just sitting on the bench in the tee area, gazing out across the course. When we walked up we said “Hi” and exchanged a few words with her about the weather (and that, for once, it wasn’t raining!). She was pleasant but I thought she looked a little sad. And I guess she felt she had to explain why she was sitting there, because she told us that her husband was playing a round and she was waiting for him.
A few holes later, I saw an older man I recognized on an adjoining fairway. He is tall and wears a distinctive hat. And I suddenly put two and two together. For the four years I have played alot at this course, I have regularly seen that man and now I realized the woman we had just talked to, playing this course together. Because they were always there, no matter what weekday I was there, I think that they must have played the course almost every day.
I don’t know why she wasn’t playing now, but it made me sad to see him playing alone, knowing that his favorite partner was back there sitting on a bench waiting for him. But then it occurred to me to look at it another way — it’s great that he still brought her along and that she still chose to come along, even though she couldn’t play. Good for both of them.