This is a story about my father who was a true living individual. My father retired as the Railroad Director. At age 75 he opened his small business, he repaired shoes, umbrellas, and small appliances basically any item people had discarded but renewing all these...

Sometime ago I walked by a lake, I saw a big tall tree, there was one single leaf left on its limbs that was wresting with the harsh wind, but it refused to let go. She tried to hang on to the branch refusing to surrender to the inevitable. Even through strong winds,...