My father once told me a story about an old redwood tree—how she stood tall and proud—her sprawling limbs clothed in emerald green. With a smile, he described her as a mere sapling, sheltered by her elders and basking in the safety of the warm, dappled light.
But as this tree grew taller, she found herself at the mercy of the cruel wind and the vicious rain. Together, they tore relentlessly at her pretty boughs, untilshe felt as though her heart would split in two.
After a long, thoughtful pause, my father turned to me and said,“My daughter, one day the same thing will happen to you.
And when that time comes, remember the redwood tree. Do not worry about the cruel wind orthe vicious rain—but do as that tree did and just keep growing.”
By Lang Leav