My grandfather loved to play golf. During retirement he played with his friends a couple times a week. But as he got older his game began to decline. Rather than playing frustrated, he decided to change the way he played the game. Instead of taking a full swing and hunting for his ball in the weeds, he began taking half swings. His shot didn't go as far, but his ball landed at the center of the fairway with remarkable consistency. Watching my grandfather transition his golf s

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