Melvin Newland tells a story about a little boy who had a special, secret place to hide and be all alone.
On the back of their property was an old fruit tree. It had lots of leaves, but it had produced no fruit in years. High up in its branches, hidden from view by the leaves, there was a perfect spot for him to pretend being Tarzan of the jungle, or the commander of a space ship, or anyone a little boy could dream about. It was also a place to hide when he felt mistreated or misunderstood.
So you can imagine how he felt when he heard his father telling his mother, “I think I’ll cut down that old fruit tree. It hasn’t borne any fruit in years.”
What could the little fella do? Continue reading