Yesterday Kartwright, my very handsome 15 year old, played in a golf tournament. Mr. Anthony was expecting a report, so I thought I would accommodate on this blog. Kartwright says he played the worst he has ever played. I will spare him the embarrassment of sharing his less then perfect score, but I will say this. I was so proud of him. We were an hour late because I was lost, and not one cross word was spoken. Because we were late, he didn't get to warm up. The temperatures were soaring here in Charleston, and they make the kids walk the course. His feet and hands were blistered, he was very sun burned, and he played with two very talented kids, one of which was a potty mouth, and gave him grief about being home schooled. He lost his score card twice, and had to go back to find it, and he played horribly. And although he was tired, hot, hungry, thirsty, blistered and humiliated, the good news is, he still had a terrific attitude. He was a winner in my book, and was an asset to God's kingdom. Congratulations my son, good job!!