It was a bright morning at the club, and Donald Trump, ever the showman, stood on the first tee holding a driver in one hand and a scorecard in the other.

“Folks,” said Donald Trump, squinting down the fairway, “in golf, we have something beautiful. It’s called a mulligan. You hit a bad shot? No problem. You get one free. A do-over. Tremendous concept. Maybe the best concept.”

The crowd of weekend golfers laughed.

“Now I’m thinking,” he continued, “what if everybody got one mulligan in life? One ‘get out of jail free’ card. You mess up—boom—you get a second chance. Very compassionate. Very strong.”

He slipped the driver into his bag and, unexpectedly, pulled out a small Bible.

“But there’s something even bigger than a mulligan,” he said, his voice softening. “Listen to this.”

He read aloud from Psalm 102:

“He heard the groaning of the prisoners
to set free those who were doomed to death.”

The mood shifted. The breeze moved quietly across the green.

“You see,” he said, tapping the page, “that’s not about golf. That’s about mercy. That’s about hearing people when they’re at their lowest. Even prisoners. Even people who hit the worst shot of their life.”

One of the golfers called out, “So everyone gets a mulligan?”

Trump grinned. “In golf, you get one. In life? That’s above my pay grade. But I’ll say this — second chances built this country. Maybe we should remember that before we write someone off after one bad swing.”

He placed the Bible back in his bag beside the scorecard.

“Now,” he said, stepping back onto the tee box, “let’s see if I can avoid needing mine.”