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Encouraging Blossoms of Achievement

The tiny dogwood sapling was only a twig when my mother planted it years ago. At age four, with a red wagon and bucket, I was happy to carry water to anything that grew, even to the full grown, flowering apple trees in my grandfather’s orchard. Thrilled with the promise of a flowering dogwood, I […]

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