That poem by Robert Eckstein is a perfect fit to my lovely garden!
There will be animals, circumstances and especially people
that bump into me.
Some might pee or shit at me, some give intentionally a kick, others cut off my branches. There will be times I get hurt.
The tree doesn’t stop to produce her gift of oxygen out of revenge.
She knows that, only hurt people hurt others as a silent cry for help.
So, the only revenge I will give them is that the rudeness & pain won’t extinguish my gift of light.
I will shine even brighter than before so that even the sun is looking at me.