28-year old PGA pro golfer Charlie Beljan had a meltdown at the Children’s Miracle Network Classic in Lake Buena Vista, FL last Friday.
His throat tightened and his heart went into rapid heartbeat. But he eventually played on for 5 hours carding a 64, the second lowest score of his rookie season.
Beljan then fell to the ground fearing a possible heart attack and was taken to the hospital where he had tests and spent the night hooked up to machines and still in his golf clothes.
When the tests came in, Beljan found out he suffered a panic attack and was released Saturday to continue playing in the event. As he returned to the course, Beljan was crying on the practice range fearing that he would have another panic attack.
He had been under a lot of personal pressure. Beljan had to place in the top ten not to forfeit his eligibility to remain on tour. He married in the beginning of the year and his wife gave birth to their first child in September. This was not his first panic attack. He passed out on an airplane forcing an emergency landing with what turned out to be a panic attack a month before his son was born.
Remarkably, Beljan won the golf tournament panic attack and all.
Made $846,000.
And qualified to play next season on the pro tour.
In the end the way Charlie Beljan won the battle with anxiety – at least long enough to win the event – was to understand that he had to live one day at a time.
Golf is a game that is played best when it is played one hole at a time.
For those of us facing anxiety and stress in our lives, the winning formula is living one day at a time and letting go of the stressors that plague us.
It’s a battle that often ends up making us feel like champions when we rise to the occasion.
As Milan Kundera says,
“The source of anxiety lies in the future. If you can keep the future out of mind, you can forget your worries.”
@Diane Cartwright All is forgiven. Your mother is in a better place and rooting for you and she is no doubt proud that you value the qualities she once had as your own.
As most daughters, in my youth, I fought the idea that I was “just like ‘your’ mother”. She was so colorful, different, stubborn, fun and strong-willed. Now, 10 months after losing her I do embrace her positive qualities, even her stubbornness and flare for being “different”, and I see so much of her in me. I find myself using little expressions she used all the while endeavoring not to lose my own unique personality. As my holistic doctor observed, “You can’t live your mother’s life. You have to live yours.” I do. I will, all the while carrying her with me in a special place of honor in my heart.
In the process of her disease she said some horribly hurtful things to me, but that was the disease talking. I have to remember the night she visited me in Seattle where I was working middays for KNUA. She looked at me and said, “You are everything I ever wanted to be.” I treasure that because she was everything I wanted to be.
Thanks to all of you for your comments.
I lost my dearest friend in the world two years ago December but I really started losing him 9 years earlier when he developed Alzheimer’s. Yet he knew me and his face lit up when he heard my voice. There is not a day that I don’t remember this kind man for being so person centered and I would like to keep his many great qualities alive in me to the extent possible. Somehow even trying makes it a little easier to accept the loss.
Thank you, Jerry. I lost my wonderfully beautiful, energetic, warmly loving, fun and mischievous mother 10 months ago from Alzheimer’s. Through all the devastation to her body and mind she never lost her smile, her essence, her passion for life. I felt it every day. It was a privilege to care for her right up until her last breath. To paraphrase Gandhi, she truly does live in my heart. She was my dearest friend.
All true. The death of a loved one is only a loss if you allow it to be. Gleening the trait of someone you lost and memories embraced sacredly can thrive in your heart if you let them , there to live forever.
NICE sentiment…very. And worth practicing.
Victoria