Twenty five years ago, my dad taught my brother and I how to fish. I have countless memories of long summer days catching rainbow trout with my dad. I remember excitement when the fishing was good and frustration when the fishing was bad. Always willing to rig my rod, untangle my line, or drive to the next best fishing hole, Dad taught me how to practice patience. When the Covid-19 pandemic began and the stress and uncertainty grew, I started fly fishing. Now a passion of mine, fly fishing keeps me mindful and at ease. When anxiety builds, I check the fishing reports, tie up a few flies and plan my next trip to the river. Wading into the stream, I take notice of small things and pay attention only to what’s in front of me. I’m there to catch fish and to continue learning the lesson Dad taught me. I’m there to practice patience.