Be Thankful
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A Lesson for Life
by Alejandro Solares
The sun was dying as the moon was rising, and I was edgy in anticipation for tomorrow. The wind was singing and the birds were mingling. The fishing line went inside the fishing reel and the fishing hooks were linked with the line. Sweat was pouring down my forehead as I struggled to pull the fishing reel. Preparing the fishing rods was hard and difficult, but the work was finally done.
“Time to eat,” said my uncle with his baritone voice.
I had a gargantuan appetite; however, the tasty blue cheese hamburger was more than enough for me. Sitting in my uncle’s brown and soft sofa felt good after eating such a delicious dinner. An hour of watching tv flew by, and it was time to sleep.
"Ale, Ale, it's time to wake up, it's two am."
In less than twenty seconds, I was ready with my t-shirt, hat, shoes, and swimming suit. Only by seeing my face, my uncle knew how gleeful and electrified I was.
"Are we ready?" my uncle asked.
"Yes,” I replied.
The sonorous diesel car of my uncle made it seem like we were in a truck. The fishing rods were placed very carefully in the back, as well as the food and other equipment. Invaded by silence throughout our trip to the port, my uncle and I were lost in our own thoughts. The cruise was about to start. However, a quick stop at Barista was what we needed.
"We need coffee, and lots of it, so we are more awake," whispered my uncle.
The coffee was so hot I could see it smoking. After we were warmed up, we got back to the lonely highway.
"Look how beautiful!” my uncle yelled as he saw the first beam of light in his sight.
"We are close, five more minutes," exclaimed my uncle when we saw a sign that said, “Welcome, to Port Chinandega”.
My leg was jumping up and down, my heart was beating fast, and my mind was racing. I couldn't wait more to get into the boat and start fishing. There was the captain, waiting for us with his colossal boat. As I stepped onto the boat, I knew today would be the most exciting day of my life. As we got further away from land, there was only the open sea surrounding us.
The hooks were thrown a very far distance away from the boat. After waiting for ten boring minutes, a fish had bit my hook. A vigorous, and ponderous fish was trouncing me. I wrenched the string with a frown in my face, but it seemed impossible to get that fish out of the water. Time was gold, and I had to either get that fish out or give up. I tried for the last time and with my last breathe. Finally I brought that beast out of the water. The immense size and the jagged teeth of this creature terrified me.
“Fish, fish, fish!!!!” my uncle screamed so hard his vocal cords were gonna crash into pieces.
He was battling with a titanic monster, but his tremendous might was making him one step ahead the fish. In less than five minutes, my uncle showed the fish who was the king of the ocean. The captain and I were astonished observing my uncle get the gigantic and ferocious fish to the boat. Four strong men had to carry the fish so we could take pictures with it. The hooks were thrown once again, with the hope of getting more fish.
Discouraged of not getting fish for the rest of the morning, negative thoughts tormented my mind. What if we don't get fish for the rest of the day? And what if we tried so hard for nothing? I thought to myself.
It was midday, and were on fire. An island was our only hope for resting and eating. Once the fishing lines were rolled up, we were in direction to the southwest, where the most beautiful peninsula of Nicaragua was located.
“Land ahoy!” the captain exclaimed as he saw the green jungle approaching to us.
I was the first to feel the warm and soft yellow sand with my wet hands. Setting up the food, drinks, cups, and plates only took us one minute. The captain made us a mouthwatering ceviche. Thanks to my uncle there was enough for fifty people. It was one of the best foods of my life. After making time for digesting the food, I got into the ocean. The water was salty, but refreshing in the hotness of the sun.
It was three pm, and it was time to get back to the vast and blue ocean. Only a few minutes of waiting was enough time for a fish to catch my hook. In less than two minutes, the fish was in my hands. It was a monstrous Mackerel. Filled with pride and enthusiasm, I threw my hook as far as I could, and hopefully another fish will pass through my hands. All in a sudden, the whole crew started to get Mackerels. Directly after catching the Mackerel, the first Jurel in the boat was mine. It was yellow and very different from the Mackerel. It had a curved shape, and glaring black eyes in both frontal sides.
The fish might have a magnet to my hook, since I keep getting millions of fish, I thought to myself.
“Poseidon is here,” my uncle shouted.
“Thanks,” I responded with a victorious smile.
I felt time was passing so fast. The majestic sun was slowly being turned off by the water in the horizon line. We had to start to make our way back to the port or else the darkness of the night will catch us. The last beam of light ignited our way back. The boat stopped, and, yawning, I walked down the boat to my uncle's car.
After the fish were counted and we paid the captain, we left the port with a grin in our faces. I was more joyous than ever. Not only because we caught 21 fish, but because I had the best experience of my life.
We had to wake up early, prepare the fishing rods, drive for three hours, and resist to the burning sun. But it all had a reward. Sometimes you have to sacrifice things in order to do what you like to do.
“Time to eat,” said my uncle with his baritone voice.
I had a gargantuan appetite; however, the tasty blue cheese hamburger was more than enough for me. Sitting in my uncle’s brown and soft sofa felt good after eating such a delicious dinner. An hour of watching tv flew by, and it was time to sleep.
"Ale, Ale, it's time to wake up, it's two am."
In less than twenty seconds, I was ready with my t-shirt, hat, shoes, and swimming suit. Only by seeing my face, my uncle knew how gleeful and electrified I was.
"Are we ready?" my uncle asked.
"Yes,” I replied.
The sonorous diesel car of my uncle made it seem like we were in a truck. The fishing rods were placed very carefully in the back, as well as the food and other equipment. Invaded by silence throughout our trip to the port, my uncle and I were lost in our own thoughts. The cruise was about to start. However, a quick stop at Barista was what we needed.
"We need coffee, and lots of it, so we are more awake," whispered my uncle.
The coffee was so hot I could see it smoking. After we were warmed up, we got back to the lonely highway.
"Look how beautiful!” my uncle yelled as he saw the first beam of light in his sight.
"We are close, five more minutes," exclaimed my uncle when we saw a sign that said, “Welcome, to Port Chinandega”.
My leg was jumping up and down, my heart was beating fast, and my mind was racing. I couldn't wait more to get into the boat and start fishing. There was the captain, waiting for us with his colossal boat. As I stepped onto the boat, I knew today would be the most exciting day of my life. As we got further away from land, there was only the open sea surrounding us.
The hooks were thrown a very far distance away from the boat. After waiting for ten boring minutes, a fish had bit my hook. A vigorous, and ponderous fish was trouncing me. I wrenched the string with a frown in my face, but it seemed impossible to get that fish out of the water. Time was gold, and I had to either get that fish out or give up. I tried for the last time and with my last breathe. Finally I brought that beast out of the water. The immense size and the jagged teeth of this creature terrified me.
“Fish, fish, fish!!!!” my uncle screamed so hard his vocal cords were gonna crash into pieces.
He was battling with a titanic monster, but his tremendous might was making him one step ahead the fish. In less than five minutes, my uncle showed the fish who was the king of the ocean. The captain and I were astonished observing my uncle get the gigantic and ferocious fish to the boat. Four strong men had to carry the fish so we could take pictures with it. The hooks were thrown once again, with the hope of getting more fish.
Discouraged of not getting fish for the rest of the morning, negative thoughts tormented my mind. What if we don't get fish for the rest of the day? And what if we tried so hard for nothing? I thought to myself.
It was midday, and were on fire. An island was our only hope for resting and eating. Once the fishing lines were rolled up, we were in direction to the southwest, where the most beautiful peninsula of Nicaragua was located.
“Land ahoy!” the captain exclaimed as he saw the green jungle approaching to us.
I was the first to feel the warm and soft yellow sand with my wet hands. Setting up the food, drinks, cups, and plates only took us one minute. The captain made us a mouthwatering ceviche. Thanks to my uncle there was enough for fifty people. It was one of the best foods of my life. After making time for digesting the food, I got into the ocean. The water was salty, but refreshing in the hotness of the sun.
It was three pm, and it was time to get back to the vast and blue ocean. Only a few minutes of waiting was enough time for a fish to catch my hook. In less than two minutes, the fish was in my hands. It was a monstrous Mackerel. Filled with pride and enthusiasm, I threw my hook as far as I could, and hopefully another fish will pass through my hands. All in a sudden, the whole crew started to get Mackerels. Directly after catching the Mackerel, the first Jurel in the boat was mine. It was yellow and very different from the Mackerel. It had a curved shape, and glaring black eyes in both frontal sides.
The fish might have a magnet to my hook, since I keep getting millions of fish, I thought to myself.
“Poseidon is here,” my uncle shouted.
“Thanks,” I responded with a victorious smile.
I felt time was passing so fast. The majestic sun was slowly being turned off by the water in the horizon line. We had to start to make our way back to the port or else the darkness of the night will catch us. The last beam of light ignited our way back. The boat stopped, and, yawning, I walked down the boat to my uncle's car.
After the fish were counted and we paid the captain, we left the port with a grin in our faces. I was more joyous than ever. Not only because we caught 21 fish, but because I had the best experience of my life.
We had to wake up early, prepare the fishing rods, drive for three hours, and resist to the burning sun. But it all had a reward. Sometimes you have to sacrifice things in order to do what you like to do.