Survivors

Garden of the Gods is breathtaking.I was driving through looking for a trail.I saw something between two small peaks.I finally found a place to park.I trekked back looking for that perfect picture.The Colorado air was thin, and breathing harder than normal.I found what I thought was the right area.I never found what I was looking for there.I climbed between two peaks which mayOr may not have been the kaçak iddaa one I thought it was.As I climbed higher I got a little lost.There was a strange, peaceful feeling around me.As I wandered in the foothills I came upon a little tree.It looked ancient, the roots exposed and eroded.The ground around it was rocky.It was perhaps three feet tall and windswept.Yet there it was, growing in a place where kaçak bahis it shouldn’t.I suddenly realized that there was a lot in commonwith me and that tree.We had both suffered tremendous trauma in our lives.Much of our trauma had been in our formative years.I actually felt the presence of a creator while sitting there.It was the first time in years that I had felt that way.At the time, I didn’t realize illegal bahis that I was in the throes of addiction.A few years and many tears later I found I needed help.During the recovery process I thought back to this little tree.It became an anchor for my recovery.Today I finally feel worthy to recieve love again.And I know it’s out there for me.One special lady who will make all the difference.Is she there, somewhere close?I will find her someday.And when that happens we will complete one another.I pray that day is soon.All of this is possible for me,thanks to the lesson of a little tree that survived.