You start fishing in the morinig, hoping to make a great breakfast but the sun is now right above you, indicating 12 PM. Ok, now you can make a great lunch within a matter of minutes.You see around and see other fishermen too and get an air of relief, never knowing that they already have enough fish in their baskets. A shiver runs down your spines when all of sudden you see the fellow fishermen leaving with their baskets heavy. With a solemn face, you continue fishing hoping to make a great dinner with your stomach hoping against hope. It's already 8 PM and your the hook is still light. As you prepare to leave the bank garnering courage to stay hugry the whole night, the hook gets so heavy that you cannot hold the rod with your single hand. Finally you get something, that can feed you for four coninuous days. You have now become the happiest among all other fellow fishermen.
What if you had given hope at 7:55 PM?
