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The Giving Tree, By Shel Silverstein Once there was a tree . . . and she loved a little boy.
And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree . . . very much. And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
The boy grew older, and the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree And the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat my apples and play in my shade and be happy." "I am too big to climb and play," said the boy. "I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money. Can you give me some money?"
"I’m sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city.　Then you will have money and you will be happy." And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time . . . and the tree was sad. ......
And after a long time the boy came back again, "I am sorry Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you- my apples are gone." "My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree. "You cannot swing on them-" "I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy. "My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb-" "I am too tired to climb," said the boy. "I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something…
but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry…"
"I don’t need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting.
Come boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
The End.

 

For what it's worth it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it.

 

I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you.

I hope you feel things you never felt before.

I hope you meet people with a different point of view.

I hope you live a life you’re proud of.

If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

 

 

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (movie)

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Going home in the phaeton just before the crack of dawn, when the first bees were humming and the fading moon glimmered in the cool dew, Benjamin knew vaguely that his father was discussing wholesale hardware.

"...And that do you think should merit our biggest attention after hammers and nails?"the elder Button was asying.

"Love,"replied Benjamin absent-mindedly.

"Lugs?"exclaimed Roger Button,"Why,i've just covered the question of lugs."

Benjamin regarded him with dazed eyes just as the eastern sky was suddenly cracked with light, and an oriole yawned piercingly in the quickening trees...


<The Curious Case of Benjamin Button>
F. Scott Fitzgerald