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Prune Your Thoughts
‘Today, I’m going to teach you something that will make you a different man,’ My grandfather said one day. ‘Let’s go, son.’
I vividly remember him, my maternal grandpa. He was a tall, handsome man, robust and healthy, a witty, fun person to be with, someone you would definitely enjoy spending time with for hours without feeling bored. He always had a smiling face that would attract everyone, and he was quite well-known in the neighborhood. When he was out on the street, it was like everyone was in a race to be the first to step away, take off their hats, say hello and make way for him to pass.
As a 10-year old, I loved to accompany him almost everywhere he went, feeling justly proud because I had the privilege of walking with a man of great wisdom, integrity, and influence. I felt even prouder when he introduced me to others.
‘My grandson, Allen. He’s my root. He’s going to make a magnificent prolific tree someday.’ He would say about me most of the time. He was a landowner and a farmer, owning two gorgeous fruit orchards.
My grandfather would take any moment to teach me something to help me grow healthier and more attractive on the inside. As a dedicated farmer, he had established a sacred relationship with his plants in a way that one thought he was living with them for real.
