Such was the case at the U.S. Open golf tournament this past weekend.
When the ultra-popular Phil Mickelson led by one stroke after Saturday, his win Sunday seemed the perfect ending. It was his birthday. It was a tournament in which he’d finished second five times before. It was Father’s Day, and he’d just flown thousands of miles on the eve of the tournament (the last several thousand overnight) just to be at his daughter’s middle-school graduation.
But as he faltered, Englishman Justin Rose exhibited the metal and the mettle to win his first major.
As bad as much of the world wanted this for Phil, seeing the emotion in Justin Rose’s face – and imagining his thoughts about his deceased father and mentor – made it feel good and right.
We can’t know all the plot lines in this great story called life. It’s simply for us to play our part and admire the Writer’s handiwork.