A couple of years ago when I worked at Cumberland Falls State Park, a young boy and his dad came to a program I was hosting - a craft program that involved making picture frames out of sticks, leaves, pinecones, and other materials found on the forest floor
The three of us went on a hike and the boy picked out all the materials he needed. As he was building his frame he picked up a pinecone that was quite battered and broken. Next to it laid a whole pinecone. It was, for all intents and purposes, perfect. So, I picked that one up and asked the boy if he would rather use the perfect pinecone.
He looked up at me and said very matter-of-factually, “No, I like the broken ones.”
Tears instantly welled up in my eyes.
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