There is a tree in my parents front yard, a beautiful tree, and it has a split in the trunk, and grows like divided lovers. When I was a boy, one year it was struck by lightning. The tree split down the middle where the fork was. The tree was doomed.
My father and I went outside the next morning and lifted the trunks, pushed them together, and brushed hot tar over the wounds in the tree, pressed it together and wrapped it in wire, tieing the two halves together. It took a long while, and for sometime we weren’t sure the tree would live, but it has deep roots and eventually the halves mended.
That was 20 years ago, and now the tree is tall and strong and the split in the trunk is gone. I never saved a tree before, but I feel like a good person for fighting to save it. And I feel blessed it worked. Don’t be afraid to fight for something good. It’s more rewarding than anything.
