I stood there watching as the frisbee sailed out of the woods. In my mind I had visualized the path of where the disc should go, straight to the basket. As I released the disc, I knew instantly my vision and reality were now two separate entities. The frisbee was not headed toward the basket; it was going straight into the pond.

I rushed out of the woods, down the hill toward the water. My first thought as I emerged from the woods, “No problem, I’ll just get a stick and pull the frisbee out of the water.” The reality of the situation once again was another story. In my mind I pictured the frisbee floating on top of the water. As I approached the water, the truth began to reveal itself.

A young man stood on the edge watching the water. By the time I reached the pond the frisbee had already entered the water. The key word here was entered. The only sign of the disc was an opening in the green algae floating on the water. The opening marked the spot where the frisbee hit. The truth hit me hard, “Frisbees don’t float!”

I looked at the young man, the desperate look on my face frightened him . . . Nervously he said,

“Mister. It’s gone.”

“GONE!” , I thought, “NO, it can’t be gone!” I wanted to scream but instead the only words I could utter were, “I thought frisbees could float. They should float. I really thought they could float.” As I repeated the same sentence over and over, the young man slowly moved away, backing up, watching my every move as I continued to talk to myself. He was afraid and the further away he could get from me the better.

I tried valiantly to retrieve the frisbee. Using a big stick to scrap the bottom I tried to locate the disc but no luck. I considered jumping into the pond but when the stick began to sink into bottom of the pond I thought otherwise. I kept at it for amount twenty minutes until my partner in frisbee golf and in life looked at me and said, “Give it up. It’s only a Frisbee.”

“Only a Frisbee! Only a Frisbee!” the voice in my head screamed. I looked at her intently and the only thing I could say was, “I thought Frisbees could float.” She looked at me and with a smile said, “No dear. Frisbees don’t float . Come on. Let’s move onto the next hole.” And so we did.

As time passed, I forgot about the frisbee until the next time I played the water laced hole. Once again the frisbee pushed by the wind went into the water. This time I knew the truth and stopped briefly by the water’s edge, cursed and moved on.