I was playing golf with friends at a course 75 miles from my home. I had played it a few times previously but this time I was in the area to attend a funeral the next day. The deceased was a great friend and golf partner for over 50 years. When my ball went in the hole on the fly, a slam dunk from 156 yds, it had to be the hand of my recently departed friend, letting me know everything was going to be ok!