I don't know if is compassion that I feel, or maybe it is sympathy, but I watched a bit of life from my couch. I was watching the golf course. A lot of people seemed to be out today. There was a foursome that caught my eye.I watched them walk from one
"T" to the next. They had 3 bags that they were pushing, so I figured one person wasn't a player. Then I noticed her walk and the way the guy held her hand and kept her close. I recognized the walk. I recognized her demeanor. He was the caregiver, she , the
taker. Two player took their shots. It was his turn and he placed her next to the cart. When he turned to walk to the where his ball was, she crept a little closer to him and then a little closer. He had to take her hand and lead her back to the cart. He played
and then the four walked off to the next "T"". He holding her hand and she walking that characteristic just not smooth walk a few steps behind him. I couldn't watch anymore.