growingroots(成長的樹根）_1300字

When Dr. Gibbs, wasn”t saving lives, he was planting trees.His house sat on 10 acres, and his life”s goal was to make the forest.

　　The good doctor had some interesting theories concerning plant husbandry . He came from the no pain no gain school of horticulture.He never watered his new trees which flew in the face of conventional wisdom. Once I asked why. He said that watering plans spoiled them,and that if you water them, each successive tree generation will grow weaker and weaker. So you have to make things rough for them and weed out the weenie trees early on.

　　He talked about how watering trees made for shallow roots, and how trees that weren”t water had to grow the deep roots in search of moisture. I took him to mean that deep roots were to be treasured.

　　So he never watched his trees. He”d plant an oak and, instead of watering it every morming. He beat it with a rolled-up newspaper. Smack! Slack!Pow! I aked him why he did that. And he said it was to get the trees” attention.

　　Dr.Gibbs went to glory a couple of years after that I left home. Every now and again I walked by his house and looked at the trees that I”d watched him plant some 25 years ago. They are granite strong now. Big and robust. Those trees wake up in the morning and beat their chests and drink the coffee black.

　　I planted a couple of trees a few years back. Carry water to them for a solid summer. Sprayed of them. prayed over them. The whole nine yards. Two years of coddling has resulted in trees that expected to be waited on hand and foot. Whenever a cold wind blows in, they tremble and chatter their blanches. Sissy tress.

　　Funny things about those tress of Dr.Gibbb”s Adversity and deprivation seemed to benefit them in ways comfort the ease and never could.

　　Every night before I go to bed. I check on my two sons. I stand of them and watch their little bodies, the rising and falling of life within. I often pray for them. Mostly I pary that their lives will be easy. But laterly I”ve been thinking that it”s time to change my prayer.

　　This change has to do with thing evitability of cold winds that hit us at the core. I know my children are going to encounter hardship, and I praying they won”t be naive. There”s always a cold wind blow somewhere.

　　So I”m changing my prayer. Because life is a tough, whether we want it to be or not. Too many times we pray for ease. But that”s a prayer seldom met. What we need to do is pray for roots that reach deep into the eternal, so when the rains fall and the winds blow, we won”t be swept asunder.