Walking around the Stanford University campus I see these giant oak trees that I just love. They are just so strong and majestic looking. I can only imagine the people they have seen, the stories they could tell. Every now and then I pick up some acorns. They remind me of how from a small seed can come great things.
“The strongest oak of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It’s the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.”
– Napoleon Hill