A doctor, a lawyer and an engineer are playing eighteen holes at their local course and they find they’re stuck behind a really slow foursome. After taking an hour and a half to get through three holes, they call one of the club stewards over and ask what the hold-up’s all about.
“Well sirs,” says the steward, “these guys are all firefighters, and they were all blinded in a terrible accident at the orphanage while they were rescuing the children from the fire. So the club committee voted to let them play here once a week for free. We’re sorry for the inconvenience, but I’m sure you understand it’s the least the community can do for a bunch of heroes.”
“I’m sure there’s more that could be done,” says the doctor. “There’s all sorts of pioneering work being done just now in restoring sight — I’ll take a look at this and see if anything can be done for them.”
“That’s likely to run into money,” says the lawyer. “Tell you what, I bet these guys aren’t getting all the compensation they’re entitled to. I’ll take that case pro bono.”
And the engineer says, “Since they’re blind, why don’t you just let them play at night?”