Gone Fishing

Last night I tossed and turned when I first went to bed.  After about an hour I asked my angels around me to help me sleep  and when I woke this morning I was as rested as I have felt in a long time.  The reason was because of an old fisherman, and the way I feel today,   I couldn't tell you if it was real or a dream. I know my body never left the bed  but when I woke, I could still smell the rain. I was walking through a cow pasture to a favorite trout fishing spot.   It was early morning. Dew still on the grass and the sun was just beginning  to burn off the fog from the cool night before. There is a big winding creek  where I caught my first really big German brown trout and I was going to give it   another try. When I got there, I saw an older gentleman sitting just down   from my favorite spot. I sat down just up the stream from him, cast in my line   and asked if he had any luck. He smiled and said he didn't need luck  and that he counted on faith instead. We sat there for a while when I saw a big dark   cloud rolling in. I said that it would really be disappointing if we got a thunderstorm   on what started to be a really beautiful morning. The old man smiled at me and said   that a thunderstorm wouldn't be disappointing at all because it would clean the air,   make things grow, and even wash food into the stream for the fish.   I smiled even though he was starting to annoy me a little. Then I noticed that   I had stepped into some cow manure and it was on my shoes. I grumbled about  it and the old man smiled again and told me that everywhere I had stepped  after  stepping in the manure brought a little more nourishment to the   grass and flowers in those spots.  I looked at him and sarcastically told   him how he was the worlds eternal optimist.   He just smiled and turned back to the creek.  After about 15 minutes I heard him say, You're also that way you know.  I asked what he meant and he said "when you know with out a   doubt that she loves you, you couldn't find a bad thing to say about anything."  I snapped back, " when I know who loves me?" He just smiled and turned away.  Then he said "does it matter"?   It's been the same forever  The way your Great Grandpa  felt about your Great Grandma,   it's the same way your Grandpa felt about your Grandma and  it's the same way your Dad felt about your Mother, its in your blood.  They trusted and loved each other. One doesn't work without the other. Trust takes away doubt  and love lets you believe when others for whatever reason would like to create doubt.   Then he said "do believe in her" I said without a doubt he smiled at that answer and said  do you trust her? I said that yes I trust her because she said all I had to do was ask and  she would tell me the truth. Then he said you shouldn't have to ask .........  and besides you'll be able to see it in her eyes and feel it from her soul.    Then he said he had to leave and as he lifted the cane pole from the water I saw  that there was no hook at the end of the line. I told him he was not a very good   fisherman if he thought he was going to catch a fish without a hook.  He said "oh, I wasn't here to fish I was just here to meet with you.   As he walked away, it began to rain and as he disappeared over the hill,   I woke up and I could still smell the rain.