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 brought Mike back to reality. Startled, Mike shot out of his slumber like an arrow, hitting its target, as he lurched forward precariously towards the pond. There was a tug coming from his fishing line. As steady as a rock, the fishing amateur looked like a pro as he gripped onto the fishing rod, his eyes undaunted.
Fifteen minutes dragged by without success in reeling in his catch. “There must be a way to catch this fish!” Mike dismissed his father’s offer to help, insisting vehemently to “wanting to paddle his own canoe”. Thirty minutes later, Mike with his trademark “never say die” attitude, finally reeled in his catch. “Oh wow! What an enormous fish!” yelped Mike. His sister Anna marveled from the size at Mike’s catch of the day. Mike’s eyes were merry and bright when he saw the big fish at the other end of his fishing line. With high fives all around, Mr. Lim and Anna congratulated Mike’s maiden catch.
As joyful as a fly, Mike trotted to their Toyota family car. His face was flushed with excitement. He simply could not control it and waited to get him to show off his prized catch to his mother. Famished after a long afternoon at the fishing pond, Mike’s mouth drooled at the thought of sinking his teeth into the succulent flesh of the fish. “Welcome back. How was your fishing trip?” Mrs. Lim enquired as she affectionately hugged Mike and Anna. At that point, Mrs. Lim’s eyes widened in amazement as she held up Mike’s catch. As if on cue, the two children nudged their mother to prepare their steamboat dinner, with Mike’s catch being the main dish.
Like a watched pot that never boils, Mike and Anna grumbled incessantly, as they watched impatiently on at Mrs. Lim making her dinner preparations, and humming her favourite tune.
Half an hour later, the Lim family finally settled themselves around the dinner table. Mike and Anna then placed the fresh fish slices into the boiling soup. Moments later and the fresh and succulent cooked fish were gobbled down by the two children.
Their first fishing trip had been a most memorable and enjoyable one for Mike. Mike was very pleased with what he had achieved through his persistence and patience. Mike was already looking forward to the next fishing trip. As the saying goes, “Everything comes to him who waits.”
Have you ever been on a fishing trip? How was the experience?
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See you later,
Elijah Wee, Singapore
Photo credit: TimJC513 / Foter.com / CC BY
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 brought Mike back to reality. Startled, Mike shot out of his slumber like an arrow, hitting its target, as he lurched forward precariously towards the pond. There was a tug coming from his fishing line. As steady as a rock, the fishing amateur looked like a pro as he gripped onto the fishing rod, his eyes undaunted.
Fifteen minutes dragged by without success in reeling in his catch. “There must be a way to catch this fish!” Mike dismissed his father’s offer to help, insisting vehemently to “wanting to paddle his own canoe”. Thirty minutes later, Mike with his trademark “never say die” attitude, finally reeled in his catch. “Oh wow! What an enormous fish!” yelped Mike. His sister Anna marveled from the size at Mike’s catch of the day. Mike’s eyes were merry and bright when he saw the big fish at the other end of his fishing line. With high fives all around, Mr. Lim and Anna congratulated Mike’s maiden catch.
As joyful as a fly, Mike trotted to their Toyota family car. His face was flushed with excitement. He simply could not control it and waited to get him to show off his prized catch to his mother. Famished after a long afternoon at the fishing pond, Mike’s mouth drooled at the thought of sinking his teeth into the succulent flesh of the fish. “Welcome back. How was your fishing trip?” Mrs. Lim enquired as she affectionately hugged Mike and Anna. At that point, Mrs. Lim’s eyes widened in amazement as she held up Mike’s catch. As if on cue, the two children nudged their mother to prepare their steamboat dinner, with Mike’s catch being the main dish.
Like a watched pot that never boils, Mike and Anna grumbled incessantly, as they watched impatiently on at Mrs. Lim making her dinner preparations, and humming her favourite tune.
Half an hour later, the Lim family finally settled themselves around the dinner table. Mike and Anna then placed the fresh fish slices into the boiling soup. Moments later and the fresh and succulent cooked fish were gobbled down by the two children.
Their first fishing trip had been a most memorable and enjoyable one for Mike. Mike was very pleased with what he had achieved through his persistence and patience. Mike was already looking forward to the next fishing trip. As the saying goes, “Everything comes to him who waits.”
Have you ever been on a fishing trip? How was the experience?
If you like reading this essay, you may also like to read:
See you later,
Elijah Wee, Singapore
Photo credit: TimJC513 / Foter.com / CC BY
Hi, Elijah. I'm Jong Hwan, a friend of your father. I enjoyed going fishing in Korea but haven't had a chance in Singapore. You wrote very impressing stories and I really like them. How much do you know about SK Planet, your father's company? Your father joined last year but I have worked for this company for over 16 years. I figure out your father is sincerity itself. I have never met a person like him. So you be proud of him. OK? I'm expecting more stories from you. Have a nice day!
ReplyDeleteHi Uncle Jong Hwan,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your compliments. I promise that more interesting compositions will be posted on my blog soon. I hope these compositions will captivate you. Yes, I know a lot about SK planet. Ok that's all for now. Elijah signing off~