A simple tree can take you back in time. Yesterday, I took my wife and son through my old neighborhood. As we departed, we passed by where the Burris’s once lived, and there I saw the tree.
I fell out of that tree about 30 years ago. As I laid flat on my back gasping for air, I wondered if it might be the end. That’s what you think when you are nine and overcome with that terrible feeling of having the wind knocked out of you.
On a regular basis we fall on the flat of our backs. Sometimes, we think it is our end. But eventually we gain our breath back. We stand, brush ourselves off, and realize that falling is a fact of life. We just need to remember to get up!