As I rushing down 7th Street last week, this tree stopped me in my tracks. Somehow, the iron fence that keeps dogs [and drunks] from peeing on the trunk has impaled the tree. You'd think that someone would removed the fence years ago, when it was still possible. But this little tree was obviously on its own. After years of neglect, it just kept on growing, propelling its wrought iron baggage upward.
This humble city tree moved me to tears. It taught me more about resiliency and persistence than any Wayne Dyer program, self-help book or therapist ever could.
As I rushing down 7th Street last week, this tree stopped me in my tracks. Somehow, the iron fence that keeps dogs [and drunks] from peeing on the trunk has impaled the tree. You'd think that someone would removed the fence years ago, when it was still possible. But this little tree was obviously on its own. After years of neglect, it just kept on growing, propelling its wrought iron baggage upward.
This humble city tree moved me to tears. It taught me more about resiliency and persistence than any Wayne Dyer program, self-help book or therapist ever could.