Payne Stewart: The Authorized Biography

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When his life came to a sudden and tragic end on October 25, 1999, Payne Stewart was at the top of his game on every level. In June of 1999, he enjoyed the signature triumph of his career and solidified himself as one of the exemplary personalities in his profession with a victory at the U.S. Open and a place on the coveted winning U.S. Ryder Cup team. However satisfying his professional accomplishments were, it was his personal triumphs that made him stand out. Those closest to Stewart said his family and faith ...
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When his life came to a sudden and tragic end on October 25, 1999, Payne Stewart was at the top of his game on every level. In June of 1999, he enjoyed the signature triumph of his career and solidified himself as one of the exemplary personalities in his profession with a victory at the U.S. Open and a place on the coveted winning U.S. Ryder Cup team. However satisfying his professional accomplishments were, it was his personal triumphs that made him stand out. Those closest to Stewart said his family and faith were what mattered most to him. At his funeral, his wife Tracey described him as a devoted husband and father and a devout Christian. She said, “After 18 years of marriage, he was still the most beautiful man I had ever seen, because of what he was on the inside.” The only authorized biography of Payne Stewart, this book was a 'New York Times' bestseller for 13 consecutive weeks.
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In October 1999, much-revered golfer Payne Stewart died in a tragic plane accident. This biography, penned by his wife of 18 years, presents the accomplishments of a world-class linksman, U.S. Ryder Cup captain, and sweet man. A tribute to a golfer, the sport he loved, and the faith that sustained him.
Leigh Montgomery
This tender memoir will give readers a deeply personal view of the champion, as Tracey Stewart describes her late husband as a man of complexity and quality.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780805424799
  • Publisher: B&H Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/1/2001
  • Pages: 318
  • Sales rank: 449,189
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Ken Abraham is a New York Times best-selling author who has cowritten books with Joel Osteen (Your Best Life Now), Chuck Norris (Against All Odds), Lisa Beamer (LetÕs Roll!), and Tracey Stewart (Payne Stewart: The Authorized Biography).

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Chapter One


The Greatest
Open Ever


* * *


This could be it. I leaned forward in my chair, eyes glued to my husband's image on the television screen, anxiously watching and waiting, hanging on the commentators' every word. This could be the critical shot of the 1999 U.S. Open. Payne's caddy, Mike Hicks, handed him his putter as he approached the sixteenth green at Pinehurst No. 2.

    The U.S. Open is held each year at one of the most challenging golf courses in America. The mid-June tournament spans a four-day period, beginning on Thursday and ending on Father's Day. Open to both professional golfers and any amateurs who can survive the sieve of sectional qualifying rounds conducted at various locations across the nation, the U.S. Open is truly America's tournament. Nearly seven thousand golfers vie for a spot in the prestigious field each year, hoping to capture the prized silver trophy. Of that number, fewer than 160 men earn the right to tee it up in the Open.

    One of the most difficult golf tournaments in the world, separating the good golfer from the truly great, the U.S. Open is "designed to identify the best golfer in the world," according to former United States Golf Association president Sandy Tatum. The players, however, don't always see it that way. Over the years, several have been heard mumbling, both privately and publicly, that the Open is designed more to humiliate them. Indeed, Ben Crenshaw, 1999 Ryder Cup captain, describes the U.S. Open as the "hardest test in golf."

    Forthe 1999 Open, North Carolina's famed Pinehurst No. 2 golf course was configured by the USGA to play as a 7,175-yard par 70. Adding difficulty to an already tough course, USGA officials decided that two of Pinehurst's par-5 holes, number 8 and the hazard-strewn number 16, would be played as long par 4s. The chilly, damp weather that settled over North Carolina that weekend added yet another dimension of difficulty to Pinehurst's treacherous greens.

    Payne had taken the lead during Friday's second round, and at the end of play on Saturday, still clung to a one-shot advantage over Phil Mickelson. But as Sunday's final round commenced, Payne's position at the top of the leaderboard was jeopardized as Mickelson, Tiger Woods, Vijay Singh, and David Duval mounted separate charges. Payne started the day playing well and rode a two-shot lead going into the ninth hole. As the round progressed, Duval dropped off, but Tiger Woods and Vijay Singh still lurked just below the top names on the leaderboard. Then, Payne began to struggle. Between holes 9 and 12, Payne missed four greens in a row, settling for bogeys at 10 and 12, which allowed Phil Mickelson to snatch the lead. Fighting back at the thirteenth, Payne sank his putt for birdie, pulling even with Mickelson again.

    Meanwhile, Tiger Woods, playing in the group ahead of Payne and Phil, sank a difficult putt at 14 to draw within two strokes. The leaderboard was getting crowded at the top. On 16, Woods drained another sensational putt, dropping him to even par, only one stroke behind the leaders. Making matters worse, Payne narrowly missed his putt for par on 15 and now trailed Phil Mickelson by one stroke as they approached the sixteenth hole. Payne shut his eyes, shaking off the wayward putt and gathering himself for the final push to the finish.

    Mickelson had played flawlessly all day long, sinking difficult putts, hitting incredible shots, and making virtually no mental mistakes. He had not bogeyed a single hole throughout the round. His steady play was especially remarkable considering that on this Father's Day, back home in Scottsdale, Arizona, his wife was due to deliver their first child. Phil knew that at any moment he might receive a phone call telling him that Amy was on her way to the hospital. Given a choice between contending in the Open and being at home for the birth of their baby, Phil had announced in advance that he'd walk away from Pinehurst to be with Amy. It was a decision Payne understood and heartily endorsed.

    But the distractions of imminent fatherhood did nothing to diminish Phil's competitive edge. If anything, it inspired him all the more! Thinking about what it might mean to win the U.S. Open on Father's Day, he had mused, "It could be a cool story for my daughter to read about when she gets older."

    The weather remained unseasonably cool and wet for June in North Carolina; and though the rain held off, by late Sunday afternoon a fine mist permeated the air. No matter what the weather, the par-4 sixteenth at Pinehurst was treacherous, a hole that only three players had managed to hit in regulation during Sunday's final round. It looked as though 16 might be Payne's waterloo as well. He missed the green on his approach and then made matters even worse by hitting a poor chip shot, leaving himself a monstrous 25-foot putt for par.

    Payne chewed his gum pensively as he strode onto the green. Concentration creased his brow, yet he seemed amazingly calm and composed. He leaned over, went through his normal pre-putt routine, then took a smooth, even, pendulum stroke and rolled the putt in as though it were a 3-footer! As the crowd roared its approval, Payne nonchalantly raised his right arm and pointed his index finger skyward in a brief acknowledgment, as though saying, "Thank you very much, but I still have a lot of work to do."

    Concerning his performance on 16, Payne later said, "I was kind of disappointed in my chip shot. It was obviously horrible. But then I got myself right back into it and said, `OK, you gotta stand up here, read the line, and make the putt.' And I did it. It gave me a lot of belief that I still had a chance to win the golf tournament."

    When Payne sank that extremely difficult putt, it notched up the pressure on Phil Mickelson, who proceeded to miss a tough 8-footer for par. Suddenly, the two were tied again. Up ahead on the seventeenth green, Tiger Woods's putt spun around the left side of the cup and lipped out. He would have to birdie the last hole to have a chance to win.

    At 17, a 191-yard par 3, both Payne and Phil nearly knocked the flag over, sticking their tee shots close enough possibly to make birdie. Payne's ball was about four feet from the cup, and Phil had a 6-footer. Phil missed his putt and had to settle for par. Before Payne lined up his putt on 17, a male voice in the broadcast booth could be heard on the air, saying ever-so-faintly, "Payne's gonna win." Payne made his 4-foot birdie putt and had a one-stroke lead.

    After Payne made his birdie, I reluctantly pulled myself away from the television screen in our rented house where I had been watching every shot. I hurried outside to the car. Win or lose, I wanted to be there when Payne finished. Ripping out of the driveway, I roared toward the golf course, trying to locate a radio station that might be carrying the tournament. Fortunately, traffic was light, and I soon raced into the players' parking area near the clubhouse and ran to the eighteenth green.

    Thousands of spectators lined the fairways and crowded around the eighteenth green to watch the national championship come to a close. People were sitting on the clubhouse roof; several were perched precariously in nearby trees; everyone strained for any advantage to their view. I quickly made my way out toward the green.

    About the same time, in the group up ahead on the eighteenth green, Tiger Woods lined up his putt, a 30-footer that could put him back at even par and possibly keep him in contention. Woods stroked the putt as purely as he had any shot all day. The ball bee-lined across the green toward the hole but then rolled past, missing the cup by inches. Tiger doubled over in agony as he watched the ball dribble to a stop, possibly dashing his hopes of a championship. He shut his eyes and for a few moments seemed frozen in time, his face grimacing with disappointment. So close, yet so far away.

    In the meantime, Payne had teed off on 18. He connected with the shot squarely and thought he had hit it well enough to be safe, though he couldn't see where the ball had landed. He was wrong. His drive had hit the first cut of deep rough, and instead of squirting through and landing in perfect position on the fairway, as so many similar tee shots had done that day, Payne's shot got hung up in the thick, wet grass. The ball bounced first to the left and then jogged back to the right, diving straight into the high grass just six inches off the fairway, in horrible position. After Payne hit his tee shot on 18, the chimes at the nearby Pinehurst chapel began to play. NBC-TV golf analyst Mark Rolfing noticed the sound and exclaimed, "They're playing Angels We Have Heard on High!'" The chimes must have struck a soothing chord with Payne.

    When Payne trekked down the fairway and found his ball tucked in the rough, he was surprised and a bit disappointed. But Payne loved to hit the tough shots, and this one challenged him.

    When Phil's drive landed in the heart of the fairway, Payne's one-stroke lead was once again in jeopardy. As he considered his predicament—178 yards out and in the thick rough—to Payne there was only one option. All week long he had stuck to his game plan whenever he was in trouble. He had learned from experience that when you're in trouble at the U.S. Open, you lay up and try to make par with your short game. He called this "taking your medicine," and he wasn't about to change the game plan that had helped him to lead after more rounds than anyone in the history of the U.S. Open.

    Payne took his medicine and hit a 9-iron, landing well short of the bunker. It cost him a stroke, but it gave him a chance what he knew might well be his last chance—to win the tournament.

    "I hit the ball well all week," Payne said later, "and my wedge game had been particularly sharp. So when I drove it in the rough, I took my medicine and got into position to hit a wedge onto the green. Even though I was in the rough, I felt confident I could save par."

    From the center of the fairway, Phil Mickelson saw an opportunity. With Payne forced to lay up, Phil felt free to attack the green. He launched an aggressive second shot, which rolled to a stop within twenty feet of the pin.

    By now, I had made my way through the clubhouse and outside to an area restricted to players, family, USGA officials, and media; but I was still stuck in a crowd, three or four people deep, behind several taller spectators. I stood on my tiptoes, stretching to see Payne's next shot. "Where's Payne?" I asked a USGA official who was standing nearby. He eyed me curiously, as though he might recognize me, but I didn't give him any further hint concerning my identity.

    "He's in the fairway," the official replied matter-of-factly. "He had to lay up."

    My heart sank. If the round ended in a tie, that would mean an eighteen-hole play-off on Monday. Oh, no! I thought. Not another play-off! Payne's track record in play-offs was a lackluster three wins and six losses.

    I whispered a quick prayer, "Lord, please be with him and help him to be the best he can be." I didn't pray for Payne to win because he and I had long since learned that there were more important things in life than winning golf tournaments. I did, however, pray, "Help him, Lord, to make the best effort he can and to bring glory to you."

    Payne and his caddy, Mike Hicks, surveyed the situation and talked over the next shot. Mike, a thirty-eight-year-old native of North Carolina, had caddied for Payne off and on for more than eleven years; and even though Payne had tremendous confidence in Mike's knowledge of the golf course and in his own ability, he still wasn't satisfied. He paced off the full distance—about seventy-seven yards to the green—and then back, looking over the approach, the formidable bunker in front of the green, and the pin placement. Payne knew he had only one shot. He could not afford to misjudge the distance, the speed of the green, or anything else. If he didn't get the ball close enough to leave himself with a makable putt, the tournament would be up for grabs again.

    Lining up over his ball, Payne hit a carefully placed wedge shot onto the green, leaving himself a nasty 15-foot putt for par. It was makable, but by no means a sure thing, especially under these conditions, at the end of the tournament, when one spike mark could send the ball veering off course. Payne knew that possibility only too well because that is exactly what had happened to him on the eighteenth green at the previous year's U.S. Open at the Olympic Club in San Francisco.

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Table of Contents

Foreword xvii
1 The Greatest Open Ever 1
2 An Unforgettable Finish 9
3 Growing Up in Springfield 27
4 Degrees of Education 43
5 Love at First Sight 59
6 Starting Out on the PGA Tour 75
7 All the Right Moves 85
8 A Fresh Start 95
9 What It's All About 105
10 A Turning Point 113
11 A Major Victory 121
12 Ups and Downs 129
13 Change Is Good 137
14 A Career Milestone 149
15 Colors of Payne 165
16 The Testy Years 183
17 Working Out the Kinks 193
18 Awakening the Giant 203
19 Lights, Camera, Action 217
20 I'll Be Back 229
21 A New Foundation 241
22 Mr. No-Name 249
23 W.W.J.D. 259
24 An Overcoming Heart 267
25 Giving Something Back 277
26 My Soul Mate Forever 287
27 A Date in Heaven 301
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First Chapter

Chapter 1

THE GREATEST OPEN EVER

This could be it, I thought, as I leaned forward in my chair, my eyes glued to the television screen, anxiously watching and waiting, hanging on every word describing Payne's situation. This could be the turning point, the critical shot of the 1999 U.S. Open. Payne's caddy handed him his putter as he approached the 16th green at Pinehurst Number 2.

The U.S. Open is held each year at one of the most challenging golf courses in America. The mid-June tournament spans a four-day period, beginning on Thursday and ending on Sunday, Father's Day weekend. Open to both professional players and any amateurs who can survive the sieve of sectional qualifying rounds conducted in various locations across the nation, the U.S. Open is truly America's tournament. Nearly 7,000 golfers vie for a spot in the prestigious field each year, hoping to capture the prized silver trophy. Of that number, fewer than one hundred sixty men actually get to tee it up in the Open.

One of the most difficult golf tournaments in the world, separating the good golfer from the truly great, players privately and publicly mumble that the Open is designed to humiliate them, but former United States Golf Association president, Sandy Tatum, said just the opposite, that the Open is "designed to identify the best golfers in the world." Indeed, Ben Crenshaw, 1999 Ryder Cup captain, described the U.S. Open as the "hardest test in golf."

For the 1999 U.S. Open, the famed Pinehurst No. 2 golf course, in Pinehurst, North Carolina, was set up by USGA officials to play as a par 70, over 7,175 yards. The USGA decided that two of Pinehurst's par 5 holes, number 8 and the hazard-strewn number 16, would be played as long par 4s, purposely making an already testy course even tougher. The chilly, damp weather added yet another dimension of difficulty to Pinehurst's treacherous greens.

Having led the 1999 U.S. Open after the second and third rounds, Payne's position at the top of the leaderboard was being ferociously challenged. He was struggling to stay ahead of Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson, Vijay Singh, and David Duval on the final day of the tournament. Payne had started the day with a one-shot lead over Phil Mickelson, and had played well, riding a two shot-lead going into the ninth hole. But then the wheels started to come off. Between holes 9 and 12, Payne stumbled and missed four greens in a row, and made two straight bogeys at 10 and 11, allowing Phil Mickelson to snatch the lead from him. Fighting back, at 13, Payne sank his putt for birdie, and pulled even with Phil again.

Meanwhile Tiger Woods, playing in the group ahead of Phil and Payne, sank a difficult putt at 14 to draw within two strokes. The leaderboard was getting crowded at the top. On 16, Tiger drained another sensational putt, drawing ever nearer at even par, only one stroke behind. Making matters worse, Payne narrowly missed his putt on 15 for par. Payne shut his eyes as though praying, while he tried to shake off the putt that had come so close.

Duval and Singh had dropped off, but Tiger lurked just below the top names on the leaderboard, and Payne now trailed Phil Mickelson by one stroke as they approached the 16th green. Phil had played flawlessly all day long, sinking difficult putts, hitting incredible shots, and making virtually no mental mistakes. He had not bogied a single hole throughout the round.

This Father's Day was exceptionally special to Phil, since back home in Scottsdale, Arizona, his wife, Amy, was due to deliver their first child. Phil knew that at any moment, he might receive a phone call, informing him that Amy was on her way to the hospital. Phil had announced in advance that given a choice between contending in the Open and being at home for the birth of their baby, he'd walk away from Pinehurst to be with Amy. It was a decision that Payne understood and heartily endorsed.

But the distractions of imminent fatherhood did nothing to diminish Phil Mickelson's competitive edge. If anything, it inspired him all the more! Thinking about what it might mean to win the U.S. Open on Father's Day, Mickelson mused, "It could be a cool story for my daughter to read about when she got older."

The weather had been unseasonably cool and wet for June in North Carolina, and although the rain held off, by late Sunday afternoon, a fine mist seemed to permeate the air. With or without the added elements of inclement weather, the par-4, 16th was treacherous, a hole that only three players had managed to hit in regulation-two strokes less than par--during the final round at Pinehurst. It looked as though sixteen might be Payne's Waterloo, as well. He missed the green on his approach shot, and then making matters even worse, he hit a poor chip, leaving himself a monstrous 25-foot putt for par.

Payne chewed his gum pensively as he lined up the putt. Concentration creased his brow, yet he seemed amazingly calm and composed. He leaned over, went through his normal pre-putt routine, took a smooth, even pendulum stroke and rolled in the putt as though it were a three-footer! As the crowd roared its approval, Payne nonchalantly raised his right arm and pointed his index finger skyward in a brief acknowledgement, as though he was saying, "Thank you very much, but I still have a lot of work to do."

Concerning his performance on 16, Payne later said, "I was kind of disappointed in my chip shot. It was obviously horrible. But then I got myself right back into it and said, 'Okay, you gotta stand up here, read the line, and make the putt.' And I did it. It gave me a lot of belief that I still had a chance to win the golf tournament."

Payne's sinking that extremely difficult putt may have shaken Phil's confidence. He missed a tough 8-footer for par, and they were suddenly tied up again. Up ahead, on the 17th green, Tiger Woods' putt spun around the left side of the cup and lipped out. Tiger would have to birdie the last hole to give himself a chance to win.

At 17, a 191 yard, par-3, both Phil and Payne nearly knocked the flag over, sticking their tee shots close enough to possibly make birdie. Phil had a 6-footer, and Payne's putt was about four feet. As Payne approached the green, the chimes at the nearby Pinehurst chapel began to play. NBC-TV golf commentator, Johnny Miller, noticed the sound and exclaimed, "They're playing 'Angels We Have Heard on High!'" Others thought the song they heard was "Onward Christian Soldiers." Whatever the tune, the chimes must have struck a soothing chord with Payne. Phil missed his birdie putt, but Payne sank his, pushing him into a one-stroke lead. As the television commentators reviewed the action on the 17th, a male voice in the broadcast booth could be heard on the air, ever-so-faintly saying, "Payne's gonna win."

About the same time, in the group ahead on the 18th green, Tiger Woods lined up his putt, a 30-footer that could put him back at even par, and possibly keep him in contention. Tiger stroked the putt as purely as any shot all day. The ball beelined across the green, toward the hole, but then rolled past, narrowly missing by inches. Tiger's torso doubled over as he watched the ball dribble to a stop, possibly dashing his hopes of being included in any post-tournament trophy ceremonies. He shut his eyes and for a few moments, seemed frozen in time, his face grimacing with disappointment. So close, yet so far away.

With Tiger now in at 1-over par, and Payne and Phil striding to the 18th tee box, I reluctantly pulled myself away from the television screen in our rented house where I had been watching every shot. I hurried toward the car. Win or lose, I wanted to be there when Payne finished. I ripped out of the driveway, and roared toward the golf course, trying to locate a radio station that might be carrying the tournament as I drove. Fortunately, traffic was minimal as I raced into the players' parking area near the clubhouse, and ran to the 18th green.

Thousands of people had crowded around the 18th fairway and green to watch the national championship unfold. People were sitting on the clubhouse roof; several were perched precariously in nearby trees; everyone strained for any advantage to their view. I quickly made my way out toward the 18th green.

In the meantime, Payne had teed off on 18. He connected with the shot squarely, and although he couldn't see where the ball landed, he thought he had hit it well enough to be safe. But Payne was wrong. His drive hit the first cut of deep rough, and instead of squirting through and landing in perfect position on the fairway, as so many other tee shots that had landed in that spot had done that day, Payne's shot got hung up in the thick wet grass. The ball bounced first to the left and then jogged back to the right, diving straight into the high grass, just six inches off the fairway, in horrible position. When Payne trekked down the fairway and found his ball tucked in the rough, he was surprised and a bit disappointed, although, to him, it was not as bad a lie as it could have been. Payne loved to hit the tough shots, so this one challenged him.

With Phil's drive in the heart of the fairway, and Payne's in the thick rough, his one-stroke lead was in jeopardy. He was 178 yards out, and to him there was only one option. All week long he had stuck to his game plan whenever he was in trouble. He had learned from experience that when you're in trouble at the United States Open, you take your medicine, lay up, and try to make your par with your short game. He wasn't about to change the game plan that had helped him to lead after more rounds than anyone in the history of the U.S. Open Championship.

Payne took his medicine, as he was fond of saying. He hit a 9-iron close, landing well short of the bunker yet within striking distance of the green. It cost him a stroke, but it gave him a chance-what he knew might well be his last chance to win the U.S. Open.

"I hit the ball well all week," Payne said later, "and my wedge game had been particularly sharp. So when I drove it in the rough, I took my medicine, and got into position to hit a wedge into the green. Even though I was in the rough, I felt confident I could save par."

From the center of the fairway, Phil Mickelson saw an opportunity. With Payne forced to lay up, Phil felt free to go for it; he launched his second shot onto the green, to within twenty feet of the pin.

By now I had made my way through the clubhouse, and outside to an area restricted to players, family, USGA officials, and media, but I was still stuck in a crowd, three or four people deep, behind several taller spectators. I stood on my tiptoes, stretching to see Payne's shot. "Where's Payne?" I asked a USGA official who was standing nearby. He eyed me curiously, as though he recognized me, but I didn't give him any further hints concerning my identity.

"He's in the fairway," the USGA official replied matter-of-factly. "He had to lay up."

My heart sank. If the round ended in a tie, that would mean an 18-hole playoff on Monday. Oh, no! I thought. Not another playoff! Payne's track record of three wins and two losses in playoffs was lackluster at best.

I whispered a quick prayer, "Lord, please be with him and help him to be the best he can be." I didn't pray for Payne to win. Both Payne and I had long-since learned that there were more important things in life than winning. I did, however, pray, "Help him, Lord, to make the best effort he can, and to bring glory to you."

Payne and his caddie, Mike Hicks, a 38-year-old, native of North Carolina, surveyed the situation and talked over his next shot. Mike had caddied for Payne off and on for more than eleven years, and although Payne had tremendous confidence in Mike's knowledge of the golf course and in his own ability, he still wasn't satisfied. He paced off the full distance-about 77 yards to the green--and back, looking over the approach, the formidable bunker in front of the green, and the pin placement. Payne knew he had only one shot. He could not afford to misjudge the distance, the speed of the green, or anything else. If he didn't get the ball close enough to leave himself with a makeable putt, the tournament belonged to Phil Mickelson.

Payne hit a carefully placed wedge shot onto the green, leaving himself a nasty15-foot putt, makeable, but by no means a sure thing, especially under these conditions, at the end of the tournament, when one spike mark could send the ball veering off course. Payne knew that possibility only too well, since that is exactly what had happened to him on the 18th green at Olympic Club in San Francisco in the U.S. Open just one year previously.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2004

    A TRULY GREAT LEGEND AND MAN OF COURAGE

    WHEAN READING TRACEY STEWERTS TOUCHING BIO OF HER GREAT HUSBAND I WAS TRULY TOUCHED BY HIS STRONG FAITH AS WELL AS THE LIFE HE LEAD. HE ALWAYS SEEMED TO ENJOY LIFE BOTH ON AND OFF THE GOLF COURSE. IF YOU WANT TO IMPROVE YOUR SWING OR JUST WANT TO LEARN ABOUT SOMEONE WHO MADE THE WORLD ALITTLE BIT BETTER PLACE TO LIVE IN THEAN I HOPE YOU WILL READ TRACEY STEWERTS FINE BOOK 'PAYNE STEWERT' THIS IS TRULY A BOOK THAT YOU WILL FEEL GOOD AFTER YOU FINISH READING IT. ALSO THIS BOOK MAKES A GREAT BIRTHDAY PRESENT IT IS SO GOOD YOU WONT BE ABLE TO PUT IT DOWN.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2000

    What a good way to be remembered!

    This is one of the best book i've ever read. It ranks with the rest of the books written after his death, i've read them all. This book will no doubt bring tears to your eyes. It goes through this wonderful mans life from start to the day he went home to God. I would reccomend this book to any one who had a place for Payne in their heart.

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