I know some people who have been there through “long winters” “bad frosts” – death, illness, divorce, and other unthinkable tragedies. They’ve not only survived, they’ve flourished. I’ve known others who have been through “transplanting” – major job changes, difficult adoptions, or relationship changes. Some have had “a heavy pile of wet leaves accidentally dumped on them” - very often situations where things just don’t work out like they planned and it really hurts. Wouldn’t ya know, those guys grew through the pile, their green leaves growing through a tough season and popping out in full colour in the spring. And don’t get me wrong; colour doesn’t mean happy, it means not dead. It means that they refuse to let the season of life change who they really are. It means the summer heat is only making them stronger people.