I have learnt that fishing is one activity that really drives the value of patience. Have a look at my essay on "The First Catch in a Fishing Trip" . It was a scorching hot Sunday afternoon. Sunlight beat down mercilessly from the pale blue sky . Mike, his father, Mr. Lim and sister, Anna, were at the lake fishing. Beads of perspiration dotted Mike’s forehead and upper lip as he sat beside Mr. Lim, holding onto his fishing rod and watching the still waters of the pond intently. He was as quiet as a mouse . An hour later and Mike’s enthusiasm began to wane. Mike was growing extremely bored and his vision blurred. It seemed like black spots were dancing in his hazelnut eyes. Moments later, Mike’s head was nodding away as he drifted into dreamland. Half an hour later, Mike was rudely awoken by a thunderous voice . “Mike!” Mr. Lim’s sharp cry broug...
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