“Never be prideful,” my father said.
I think he got the memo while sitting on a hard wooden pew.
Sunday morning.
The late service.
In my own way, I have passed the message on down the line.
“We did okay,” he said.
“How did you place?” we asked.
“Twenty-third.”
“How many teams were there?”
“Hundred and thirty.”
In less than an hour we’ll be on the road to pick up our angler from Madison. After the weigh-in, he and his partner hit the highway for home, driving through the night.
I don’t care so much about the weight of the fish, or the teams’s rank.
My feelings of joy come from watching perseverance in action.
That kid of mine is always teaching me something!
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours…..In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness, weakness.
~Henry David Thoreau
It looks like they did very well for themselves. Nice mess of fish!
"The fish I caught was not the fish I was fishing for." GRS
A simplified take on the HDT quote at the bottom. I personally would take fishing, tournament or otherwise, over LinkedIn any day!
Placing 23rd? Good enough? 10th? Or the chance encounter that might lead to a future pursuit whether in fishing or something else...
The Thoreau quote you provided was perfect!