9/1/08

Gracepoint Fellowship Fishing

Many years back, Steve Castro Kim took his small group guys fishing as an activity. They hadn't caught any fish for a few hours, and just when everyone was losing hope, one of the brothers caught a fish, causing everyone to celebrate. But as they pulled the fish out of the water and into their water bucket, they realized that it was like an inch too short according to the regulations, which meant that they were supposed to release the fish back into the water.

Steve told the guys, "Hey guys, we gotta put that back into the water."

The guys, however, wanted to keep the fish since it was the only fish that they caught the entire morning. They begged Steve to keep the fish, but Steve insisted, "Look, we can't keep that fish. It's too small. The ranger won't allow us to keep this fish.

When the brothers started talking about cooking the fish right there and eating it in order to get rid of the evidence, Steve's heart burned with righteous indignation. He decided that this situation was quickly spinning out of control and therefore he had to take matters into his own hands to right this wrong.

Before anyone could react, Steve ran to the bucket with the poor, entrapped fish about to be eaten illegally. He grabbed the fish out of the bucket and ran toward the water with all his might. When the other guys realized what was happening, they started to shout after Steve, saying, "No! No!"

But as Steve reached the water, instead of slowing down and gently letting the fish go into the water, he picked up speed even more. All he knew was that this small fish was in mortal danger, and he wanted it to be far away from these beastly brothers as fast as possible. It was for freedom that he was running. It was for courage to do the right thing. It was for love. So with all his might he threw the fish high up into the air, away from these brothers, away from these evil men.

The velocity with which the fish was thrown, especially the angular velocity, was so high that the fish spun through the air completely straightened, like a stick being flung into the air. It spun, and it spun - until it finally came down and hit the water with a great, big splat.

Everyone, including Steve, was silent by this time, looking at the lake and trying to process what just happened. Before anyone could say a word, their beloved fish slowly floated to the top of the water, belly-up.

Someone whispered, "I think you killed it."

"No, I think it's just shocked," whispered Steve, but before he could quite finish the sentence, a large bird swooped down to the surface of the water and snatched the fish out of the water and flew away.

7 comments:

stephany said...

haha! this story is too funny! i feel bad for the poor fish though! :(

paul said...

Awesome. Just Awesome. That is love.

kenny said...

Ah yes, my peers and I were there in person on that fateful day, on an otherwise calm and serene morning at Lafayette Reservoir, to witness brother Steve chuck this poor fish as far as he could. Needless to say, we were all speechless when it was all said and done.d

Anonymous said...

daniel, that is a suspenseful story. i thought for sure steve was about to slip and fall into the water!

Jenn said...

So did I =P

andy said...

Wait! Was it true that a bird came and ate the dead fish? This is one of the funniest stories I've ever read!!

Barbara said...

Loved reading this! It's soo funny!

Steve, i know you meant well...with a lot of passion!