is 5:30 Friday morning July,20, 2001. I wake up feeling the hot summer
day already heating up the bedroom. I roll over and smile. Great!
Sunshine, no rain on this special day. Already we are off to a good
start, (not that the rain would have made any difference in the events
to take place, but certainly the sunshine would add to the happiness
of this great day).
Somewhere in Greenfield Park a young boy is waking, or maybe he hasn't
even slept due to the excitement growing inside him the day he waits
for all year long has arrived. His name is Brent Mingo, today once
again, for the third consecutive year, there will be a golf tournament
in his honour to raise money.
I take my shower and get ready. This is a big day. Lots to do.
I am volunteering my time to help in this very special event. Although
I am excited to be a part of this day, I am not aware, at this time,
of the impact that this day will actually have on me.
I arrive at Dorval Golf Course at 7:30 a.m.
Other volunteers, as well as some golfers are arriving. We are
directed to the diner, where awaiting us is a buffet breakfast fit for
a King /Queen. We are given T-shirts, name tags, a nice thank you gift
(lunch bag in shape of golf bag) filled with fruit, water, energy bar,
cookies. In case we get hungry or thirsty while out on the golf
Many golfers and volunteers have arrived now. Everyone is excited to
get the day started. I am taken to the course hole I have been
designated to work at, along with the other volunteers I would be
spending my day with. Our hole is hosting the Tooney toss, in which
each golfer (who desires to do so) tosses a Tooney from a set mark and
tries to get it into a bucket. If the Tooney lands in the bucket, the
golfer gets his/her name put on a raffle ticket. This ticket goes into
a draw. In the evening, at supper, a name will be drawn and the winner
receives a beautiful golf bag. The Tooney that are tossed, whether
they get into the bucket or not, are kept as additional donations
towards the cause. The golfers seemed to have a great time doing this,
making challenges with each other. All in all, the toss was a great
I can't speak for everyone, but I certainly had a great day on that
course, and the from looks I saw on all the golfers' faces that
day told me that they felt as wonderful to be a part of this event as
myself. Many of them upon arriving at the hole, stated that it was a
wonderful event and how they look forward to it every year. It is easy
to say that if they wanted to golf they could golf at anytime at any
course. However, it did not take me long to realize that these men and
woman were not here so much as to play golf, as they were to be a part
of this benefit in which they believe so much in.
I could hear cheers from golfers as a particular foursome made their
way to where we were.
It didn't take me long to realize that Brent Mingo and Bob McEwen were
in the foursome, now approaching our hole. Brent just glowed, I could
see he felt like a King today, and as much as he enjoys golf and being
with the guys, he truly understands the cause of this benefit, and is
delighted to see the many of golfers and volunteers who want to give
of themselves to help others.
When everyone is finished at the golf course we all make our way to
the Ceilidh, in St Anne de Bellevue on (Macdonald Campus of McGill
University), where I thought everyone would be unwinding from the
day's events. Well, when I arrived, I realized they were just getting
started! There was a wonderful Dagwoods buffet laid out. People were
getting acquainted with each other, as well as some rekindling of
friendships that have grown from meeting the previous years.
Partying, dancing, and an exciting auction took place. There were
speeches, tears, tears and then some more tears. It was certainly an
event I will never forget and I also had the opportunity to meet so
many wonderful people who will always be remembered.
It was a great success and I look forward to being a part of this
function next year as well as doing whatever I possibly can in the
meantime for this cause.
Mary Rowan Boucher