Once there was a group of golfers playing a round out on a course. As they were playing, they noticed everytime someone hit a ball, it could not be found at the place they thought it landed. This continued on for some time... a nice hit to the green, a ride to the green and... no golf ball. They began to search harder and noticed that some of the balls were off in obscure locations. Sometimes in the rough, sometimes even closer to the pin. Since this was such a persistent problem, they had several opportunities to decide what to do about it: do we start over at the tee? Move the ball back to where we think it should be? Or should we just hit it from its new location and continue the game?
The golfers agreed that for the joy of the game, they should just find the ball and play it from the new spot. It added a little excitement, not knowing exactly where the ball was situated. It added new challenge, hitting from an entirely new location. It added some humor and humility, for there was no way to know who was in the lead. They found that as they welcomed the new challenges, low and behold the game was even more enjoyable than their traditional way to play...
What they didn't know was that along the entire 18 hole course, groups of mischievous monkeys sat hanging out in the trees, waiting for balls to be hit near them. As soon as one landed, they ran down out of the trees, picked up the ball and tossed it wherever they felt like aiming. Then they climbed back up the trees and made a good sport of watching the golfers figure out how to play....
The point of the speech being: better to be ready to play your ball, wherever it may be tossed. Things don't always work out as we plan, and what good is it to fight the monkeys?? Keep the joy of the game.
I remember loving the speech as I saw it, and I think I like it even more now. You see, it seems as if some monkeys might have tossed our ball to Mississippi.... and we are going pick it up, and play it.