tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11992525.post-51604342491563022562008-01-02T19:48:00.000+08:002008-01-02T20:55:20.993+08:002008-01-02T20:55:20.993+08:00Life Resilient<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ve6M_WKYnjU/R3uDxscqUYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7zMp13OsGfs/s1600-h/Photo-0072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ve6M_WKYnjU/R3uDxscqUYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7zMp13OsGfs/s320/Photo-0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150855488596496770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">We have this little plant growing in a little hole between our garage floor and wall <span style="font-size:78%;">(pictured left)</span>. The floor is some type of marble and the wall is concrete, yet this plant found that little source of light and broke through the surface. I'm totally amazed by it every tim</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">e I walk by it in the morning. The little seed that could, a show of how resilient life can be.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ve6M_WKYnjU/R3uEEccqUZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/x9Rry48-HaU/s1600-h/CIMG3745.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ve6M_WKYnjU/R3uEEccqUZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/x9Rry48-HaU/s320/CIMG3745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150855810719043986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">That little plant (we don't know what it is) reminded me of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angsana">Narra</a> tree in front of my parent's house <span style="font-size:78%;">(pictured right)</span>. That tree was a project back when I was still in primary school. I think we were asked to bring different kinds of trees. Back then, it was still a sapling when I brought it to school. After we presented it in school, I brought it back home and forgot about it. No one really paid attention to it and it was not watered daily. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">One day, my mother came to visit, she noticed the tree. It was in an old tin can and</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> most of the leaves had fallen off. The thing was sickly and looked dead. She took it home with her and planted it in an empty lot in front of her house. </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ve6M_WKYnjU/R3uFYccqUaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Lz6-Jy-9kBI/s1600-h/CIMG3748.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 278px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ve6M_WKYnjU/R3uFYccqUaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Lz6-Jy-9kBI/s320/CIMG3748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150857253828055458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Amazingly, it recovered and after a couple of decades, it is huge and I would not be able to wrap my arms around it if I tried. It is a magnificent tree. A friend of my father who is reputed to have a third eye (e.g. paranormal sight) once</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> came over to visit and paused in front of the tree. He told my fa</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ther never to take it down as there are good spirits who live in the tree that watched over it and its surroundings, including their home. He said that this was one of the reasons why my parent's home has been safe in spite of the fact that their place is one of the oldest in the area and almost all of their neighbors houses have been burglarized.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ve6M_WKYnjU/R3uHGccqUbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3yi47uog2Ss/s1600-h/Gaiman+118.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ve6M_WKYnjU/R3uHGccqUbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3yi47uog2Ss/s320/Gaiman+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150859143613665714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Also, when the missus and I were driving along Pres. Quirino Avenue, we saw a tree that was planted in the partition that separated the north and south bound lanes of the traffic <span style="font-size:78%;">(pictured right)</span>. It must have gotten too big than what the partition could handle as it was cut down leaving only a stump. But growing from the stump was two fresh but thick green branches. It the middle of the Manila traffic where pollution was so bad that most of the other tree's branches had turned black this tree, that was cut down, is surviving and bursting with new life.<br /></span></span>echuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097097827621212399noreply@blogger.com7