He made an effort to help those around him in addition to playing golf, which is why he founded The Tiger Woods Foundation, which promotes education for kids all over the world. Tiger is liked by some people despite having many admirable traits. The majority of people likely disliked him because of the adultery scandal in 2009.

Tiger decided to take a break from golf in order to spend more time with his family. But the marriage was already having issues, so in 2010, the couple divorced. After their divorce, Elin received nearly $100 million, which she used to buy a house in Florida where she now lives with her children.
Tiger Woods claims that his ex-wife and he are still in contact and that their children get along well.
Elin clarified that everything is going well and that she simply connects with Tiger on a child-focused level.At the college’s commencement ceremony, psychology graduate Elin was one of the featured speakers. Being able to give the speech made her extremely happy, especially in light of the criticism she had received for not saying enough.
After their divorce, Elin began dating Chris Clin, a wealthy American businessman and philanthropist, but he tragically died in an accident.

I Allowed a Homeless Woman to Stay in My Garage—One Day I Walked in Unannounced and Was Shocked by What I Saw

I tapped the steering wheel, trying to shake the weight on my chest, when I spotted a disheveled woman digging through a trash can. I slowed down, drawn in by her grim determination.
She looked fragile yet fierce, fighting for survival. Without thinking, I pulled over, rolled down my window, and asked, “Do you need help?”
Her response was sharp but tired: “You offering?”
“I just saw you there,” I admitted, stepping out. “It didn’t seem right.”
“What’s not right is life,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as someone who knows much about that.”
“Maybe not,” I replied, then asked if she had a place to stay.
“No,” she said, and I felt compelled to offer my garage as a temporary home. To my surprise, she accepted, albeit reluctantly.
Over the next few days, we shared meals and conversations. Lexi’s sharp wit broke through my loneliness, but I could sense her hidden pain.
One afternoon, I barged into the garage and froze. There, sprawled across the floor, were grotesque paintings of me—chains, blood, a casket. Nausea hit me.
That night, I confronted her. “What are those paintings?”
Her face went pale. “I didn’t mean for you to see them. I was just… angry.”
“So you painted me as a monster?” I demanded.
She nodded, shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I struggled to forgive her. “I think it’s time for you to go.”
The next morning, I helped her pack and drove her to a shelter, giving her some money. Weeks passed, and I felt the loss of our connection.
Then, a package arrived—another painting. This one was serene, capturing a peace I hadn’t known. Inside was a note with Lexi’s name and number.
My heart raced as I called her. “I got your painting… it’s beautiful.”
“Thank you. I didn’t know if you’d like it,” she replied.
“You didn’t owe me anything,” I said, reflecting on my own unfairness.
“I’m sorry for what I painted,” she admitted. “You were just… there.”
“I forgave you the moment I saw that painting. Maybe we could start over.”
“I’d like that,” she said, a smile evident in her voice.
We made plans to meet again, and I felt a flicker of hope for what could be.
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