One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Johnny was staring up at the large plaque that hung in the foyer of the church. The seven-year-old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, "Good morning son."

"Good morning pastor" replied the young man, focused on the plaque. "Sir, what is this?" Johnny asked.

"Well son, these are all the people who have died in the service," replied the pastor.

Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque.

One evening, a young man was getting ready to play a quick 9-holes, when an old duffer shuffled up to the tee and asked if he could join him. Not wanting to seem rude, the young man let him play along.

The old man didn't hit the ball very far, but he played at a good pace. They arrived at the ninth tee and the young man hit a good tee shot but it landed in the rough where a tall pine tree stood directly between his ball and the hole. Pondering his options, the young man asked the old guy what he thought.

"Well," he said, "when I was your age, I played this course quite a bit and I'd just take a wedge and hit my ball right over that tree and onto the green."

The young man grabbed his wedge and hit his ball straight up as high as he could. But still it caught the top third of the pine tree and landed right back at his feet.

"I hit that well," he said. "There's no way anyone could hit that shot over that tree! How'd you ever do that?!?"

"Well," the old duffer replied. "When I was your age, that tree was only 6-feet tall!"