It一创智富通 慈溪冷风机was a beautiful morning; the summer heat was hours in the future; the sky was a canopy of blue satin stretched over our heads in all directions. It was chilly, considering the hundred degree heat we’d suffered thro0710社团ugh for weeks.
Small birds chirped in the trees. Various species of ducks floated on the water, some with their backsides pointed to the sky, as they ate 货架渠道the vegetation that rose from the bottom 老公太小;of the pound.
My oldest grandson, Seth, now twelve, stood on the small dock and waited for me to bait his hook with a lively worm. It wriggled in my f后妈视频ingers and smeared me with moist black soil from the container that held eleven of its brothers.
I fastened the worm securely to the hook.”Here you go, Sethman.” as my wife Ginny and I both call him.” You’re all set.”
He cast his line into the&性奴小说,I Keep Fishing人生与垂钓（双语）,鲁邦三世nbsp;water. His b熏风端午obber bounced on&n性奴小说,I Keep Fishing人生与垂钓（双语）,鲁邦三世bsp;the tiny waves created by the small breeze that breached the blockage of trees at the edge of the pond. The waves that sparkled with the reflected sun.
I baited my own hook and cast my line into the water.
We sat on the dock, enjoyed the brief r小学女生胸eprieve from the heat and watched&n艾爵隐形眼镜bsp;our robbers for signs of yfn99;bite.
Seth reeled his line in.”What are you doing?”I asked.
“There’s&nb一五同盟sp;no fish there.”
“Sure there are!”I said.”They aren’t hungry right now, but they’re there.”
He ignored me, pulled his bobber and bait in and cast his line in another direction.
I sat and watched Seth cast. He’d wait a few minutes, reel it in and cast again.
“Seth!”He looked&n性奴小说,I Keep Fishing人生与垂钓（双语）,鲁邦三世bsp;at me.” Seth! Patience! Fishing is a game of patienc西安伴游e: You cast 程晓奕your&长公主直播日常nbsp;bait into the w性奴小说,I Keep Fishing人生与垂钓（双语）,鲁邦三世ater性奴小说,I Keep Fishing人生与垂钓（双语）,鲁邦三世 and wait.”
“Poppa, there are no fish here.”
“Are too! Seth性奴小说,I Keep Fishing人生与垂钓（双语）,鲁邦三世, fishing is a game, a very slow one. Sometimes 性奴小说,I Keep Fishing人生与垂钓（双语）,鲁邦三世you win, but mostly you lose. The fish are clever. It’s a waiting game. Toss your bait to the water and wait. The fish usually win. They’re smart. You need to be smarter.”
We went home that day empty handed, but I hoped he learned a lesson.
Nothing is easy in life. We go through pains, strugg铝导辊les and dreams, but if we are patient, our goals will bite the hook and we can reel them in.
I’m still waiting for mine. I know it’s out there, under the waters, searching for the hook baited with my written neor;words. One day it will happen.
In the meantime, I keep fishing.