There's a crooked tree in a forest not too far from my mind. Oh, my how crooked he was! No other trees grew near him because they didn't want to get hit with his skewed limbs, be infested with his wilting leaves, touch his ailing fruit. They all grew and grew and grew together, the other foliage straight and strong, proud and boisterous. Til one day, a man came, and said to his workers "Cut 'em all except that crooked one. The straight ones will make for good lumber."

And to this day... read more