Before I ask you to support Quiet Oaks Hospice House, I would like to share a personal story. I will admit that I was and still am one of the army. That is Arnie’s Army. As a kid growing up in the 60’s, Arnold Palmer was one of my sports heroes. So when the Western Open Golf Tournament came to my hometown in Grand Rapids, Michigan in 1961, I was an 11 year old believer. My Dad secured passes for all 4 days of the tournament and he would drop my brother, cousin and me off at the golf course in the am. It didn’t take us long to figure out our plan. We would take a scorecard outside the pro shop in the am and try and get as many autographs as we could each day. Oh yes, I got Arnold’s autograph on Thurs, Friday and Saturday. So Sunday rolls around and I am standing again in my usual spot near the putting green and the King takes my card again for the fourth day in a row. He smiles, pauses, and looks at me and says these words, “I have signed this before, haven’t I?” I was speechless, but my expression confirmed the truth. But what he did next will forever be pictured in my mind. He took the card, carefully signed his name as he always did, smiled and handed it back to me. In that moment, I expected the worst and yet received the best.