An old man opened his journal and his eyes fell upon an inscription that stood out because it was so brief in comparison to other days. In his own neat handwriting were the words:

Wasted the whole day fishing with my son. Didn’t catch a thing.

With a deep sigh and a shaking hand, he took his sons journal and found the boy’s entry for the same day, June 4. Large scrawling letters, pressed deeply into the paper, read:

Went fishing with my dad. Best day of my life.