A true fisherman knows when and where
the fish are biting
He rises up early in the morning,
plying the water for that elusive catch,
waiting in the stillness for a nibble
A slight twitch in the line,
expertly he reels it in--
A good fisherman knows a keeper
when he sees one, he knows when to toss
one back, and when to
head for home.

When we are gone, and people weep
for us and grieve, let it be because we
touched their lives with beauty and simplicity.
Let it not be said that life was good to us,
but, rather, we were good to life

Jacob P. Rudin