It was an absolutely perfect day to golf on the shores of Lake Michigan at Wuskowhan Players Club in West Olive, MI. I was in a foursome with 3 other guys who are the exact guys you'd want with you if something like this happened. I am not a scratch golfer. I always like to say, "I'm not good, but I'll keep pace." I love golfing but my main goal is that I'm net-positive on golf balls at the end of the round. This particular day, my fellow Pastor invited me to golf earlier in the week, and at a course like this, you re-arrange your schedule to make it work. It's early July and I told him, sheepishly, "I haven't golfed yet this season, so I'm going to be green, but I'll keep pace." Front nine went great. Had some good shots, but by-and-large, just normal bogey golf for me. Back nine came around and going into hole 11, my cart-mate realized that he's missing his sand wedge from a prior hole. So we had to drive back and try to find it, and didn't. Turns out it was in the other guy's bag. So we had more breathing room before getting to the tee-box of hole 11, a 174 yard par 3. The pin was in an awful spot; far right and hidden behind the hill of the bunker sitting in front of it. Couldn't see the hole, but you could see the flag. My pastor hit a 6 iron and it was a good shot. He said, "that's usually my 169yrd club" and he's good enough to know those things. I don't know anything like that so I usually just use the club the other guys are hitting. So I pulled out my 6 iron, and hit. It felt good, it sounded good, and it soared in a perfect line toward the pin. Because of the hill, we saw a bounce, but nothing after that. I assumed I overshot it. One of the other guys said, "you know for not being an athlete, you're actually really athletic." To which I replied, "at this stage of the game, I'm just trying to not get fat." We all had good shots on or close to the green. And so we drove up there. We got to the edge and my ball wasn't on the green. But the divot was in a perfect line probably 10 yards in front of the hole. My pastor walked by the hole, looked down and just kept walking putting his head up in the sky and said, "maybe your ball bounced off the back of the green." He later told me, he knew as soon as he saw the divot placement that it was in the hole, but wanted me to be the one to discover it. So he was playing it off as nothing happened. I walked up and looked in and I'll be darned, the ball was in the hole. Hands on my head; I didn't even have a category for what it felt like. I'm still in shock about it. I scored a smooth 100 for the whole round, but hole 11 was one that I will never forget. Turns out, whether your a member or not, the course makes you a plaque. I took that Titleist ball and set it in the cart to make sure I didn't keep playing with it and lose it, and it will be mounted next to the plaque in my office for me always to remember that I just did something that I don't deserve but get the blessing of enjoying with amazing friends that day.