This tree right here. I remember that someone had backed into it right after it was planted. I was kinda sad about it, which is why it sticks in my mind, but someone went back out and put it back in the ground properly and took care of it, so it could do its tree thing.
Well, it's been a few years now and that tree refused to give up and stood there and did that thing that trees do. Hillary ran across it the other day and thought it had a photographic nature and this is the picture she took. She showed it to me and I told her what I knew of the story of this tree and it was a moment where we kind of took it all in.
It reminds me a lot of how people are. Scars are cool. They tell stories of how we refused to give up, how we stood in the onslaught and persevered, how a little love and nurturing can ensure that even those most fragile among can endure to become bigger, stronger, more able to stand on our own.
I encourage you to find something to care for, to tend to, to be responsible for. Even if it something that has fallen down, or been hurt so badly that it might not survive, lend a hand. Everyone and everything needs a hand sometimes. The love you share today can have profound effects far into the future.