Born and raised in Co. Clare Ireland, I was first introduced to the game of golf by my best friend, David Foley. On our summer holidays, while visiting David’s grandparents, he took me golfing to Tipperary Country Club. On Number 7, from 155 yards, I hit a 3 wood forty yards left, only to watch it slice straight back into the hole. First round, first hole-in-one.
I’m now 39 years of age, a Professional Golf Instructor since 2012, and my passion is still driving me forward in search of that second hole-in-one. After receiving my certification in golf, the avenues started to open up for me. I have built up a major client base in my now-hometown of Warrenton, Virginia.
Golf’s lifelong lessons have made me the man I am today. I lost my father to a heart attack on the 11th hole in Dingle Co. Kerry at the age of seventeen. I didn’t just lose a father that day, I lost my golf partner, my advisor, my hero and my number one fan. Golf started to feel foreign to me.
Four sad years away from the Links while traveling Europe and America, I was blessed to see a smiling face at my front door in New Haven, Connecticut. It was my dad’s brother. By next morning, he had bought me a set of blades and set up a tee time for noon. The happy conversation that day blocked out the double bogeys and reminded me that when it comes to passion for something, you can’t hide it away from even yourself.
Now is my turn to be a number one fan.