You probably think I'm going to tell you that I was healed at the moment my foot hit the water and I cast my line.. but I wasn't.
As the water washed around my feet, I took a cleansing breath and soaked in the good vibes of nature - who, unlike earth's human inhabitants, was behaving as it should - in the perfect rhythm of a symphony written by the hand of God himself. I recall the thought coming to my mind that I was meant to be there and I needed this more than I had realized.
Hyrum handed me the rod and told me where and how to cast the line to land the fish he knew frequented the area of his favorite spot. I cast the line once. It rolled out in front of me. I pulled it back, then forward - expecting it to roll out again and land in the spot I'd intended. Instead, there was a tree just behind and above me that had claimed my fly. Patiently, as always, Hyrum released it of the bond and set me casting again. The same thing happened. He broke off the dead twigs that proved to be a problem and again I tried, focusing on my backcast to only have my fly snag the tree in front of me - now ruining the spot I was trying to catch the fish in, because Hyrum would have to wade through it to untangle the nest of line from the shrub.
"Maybe you should just fish." I said, frustratedly...