From Journal 1998
26 June 1998
I looked out my window this morning, the tree that they carelessly cut down months ago refuses to be held down. Beautiful leaves are again springing out as if to say “I will stand. Even under attack, I will stand.” It may even be more beautiful now that it had been months ago, before they cut the tree down.
Oh how that tree had inspired me to be better. The tree taught me to stand. To stand for who I am. No matter what type of challenges came my way.
No one shall keep you down. You are strong and know that u have people in your life that love you and want nothing but the best for you.