Dealing with life’s difficulties as they come is part of
a good life. Slip under the tree. Jump over the root ball. I bundle up and keep warm from the assault of
snow and wind, and I tie my scarf snugly around my neck. The trunk hangs by a section of bark, and
soon it will crash down across the path.
Then I will climb over the tree, and I will keep going. Always, I will keep going. It’s what I do. Failure is not an option.