"This was late one night, when I couldn't sleep." She rubbed her hand over the bark as if unearthing an old treasure. "Ah. Still there."
I leaned in. The word PLEASE had been carved into the side. Small crooked letters. You had to look carefully, but there it was. PLEASE.
"What is it?"
"On a tree?"
"Trees spend all day looking up at God."
__For One More Day By Mitch Albom
People tend to think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.
If only you knew