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Parable of the Wise Fisherman There was a certain man who loved to fish. He would wake up early to prepare for the day. It seems that no matter where he went fishing, he would always bring back something. Some days he had a huge fish, and on others he had some smaller ones. He fed his family, was happy and content, and when he caught some large ones, he had more than enough to sell. He used to enjoy sitting on the dock at the days end, watching the other boats come in. He learned a lot from that. Some caught a lot, and some caught a few, and there are those who didn't catch any at all. He would hear their complaining. Darn they would say, "I have been out fishing all day, and haven't caught a thing." The wise fisherman would sit and smile, knowing that some things are best learned the hard way. He also knew that petting a mad dog never turned out ok. The wise fisherman would clean his boat, and chuckle at what the others were saying, knowing all the while just how easy it is making a living catching fish. He knew that if all he went for were 500 pound tuna, he would fish a lot of days to catch a single one. He remembered the day he went out, and bang, there was a 500 pound tuna. His freezers were full, and he had so much left over, for a short time he knew what it was like to be rich. Then he went through a long famine. Not only were the big tuna not running, but what few there were didn't bite, because he was using the wrong lure. He knew others would stubbornly hold on and insist on only a big fish, but he learned that if something was working, he would continue to do it, but if it stopped working, he would change it. So he tried something a little different. While he was trolling for the big tuna, he would put out a couple of lines, and catch some medium size fish. His success greatly improved, but occasionally there were still days he didn't catch anything at all. So then he decided to try something else. At the end of the day, he would leave enough time to do some bottom fishing, and he wouldn't just go for the big flounder, he would go for the smaller, but tasty sea bass, and catch a lot of them. He would never go hungry again. The funny thing was that when he started to bottom fish, he learned a secret. When you go for the little fish, you catch a lot of big fish too. The little fish are quick to bite, and it was easy to keep the good ones, and throw back the ones that were too small. What he discovered, was that when the little fish school, there were the big fish too. Now he humbled himself to do some bottom fishing, and caught some big fish too. So he was happy to know he always had enough fish, some small, some medium, and sometimes he had a huge one too. Bob Feeser |
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