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Once there was a man who died. A tree began to grow in the cemetery over his grave. Its roots penetrated the soft earth, and found their resting place deep within his remains. As they grew, they nurtured the tree as they drew their sustenance from his body, and the tree they nurtured grew into a tall and noble specimen.

There is one thing that we all have in common. That is that when the moment comes when we have to face up to who we are and what we have chosen to become, there is only one question that is really relevant. It is, “Did you fight the right battles”.