I think of my brother who, as a boy, was branded "special needs," and as a result, was put on a path that led to him being ostracized by many. It amazes me how one decision, one twist in the road can alter a person's life. Had he not been labeled as such, he might have ended up somewhere else. We must all be aware of how we treat the littlest among us.
It wasn't tall fescue at all; it was Bermuda. I had sown thousands upon thousands of tall fescue seeds in a small patch of my yard, but time and time again, the Southern sun would burn them off and turn the soil into dust. So I tried another type of seed. The analogy presented itself. The ground can be fertile, but at the end of the day, it is the type of seed we plant that matters.
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