Growing up I believed the giant sequoia in our yard would stand forever. My great great grandfather planted it two centuries ago when he first arrived with nothing but a stubborn hope for the future. Every generation of my family took photographs in front of its massive trunk and it became a cherished piece of our history. My neighbor Roger did not appreciate its beauty and spent years complaining about the roots crossing into his yard and the shade covering his property. I tried paying for maintenance and trimming the branches to keep the peace but his demands eventually escalated until he wanted the entire tree completely removed.

My family left for a simple one week vacation and returned to a completely devastating sight. The magnificent tree was entirely gone and nothing remained except open sky and a jagged stump surrounded by deep equipment tracks and reddish sawdust. My daughters stood beside me in shock while we tried to process the destruction of our family heirloom. Roger suddenly walked into our yard holding a polished wooden cane made from the exact same wood of our destroyed sequoia. He casually admitted that cutting it down was the direct result of us ignoring his final demands. I knew confronting him with anger would fail so I decided to target his reputation instead. Our entire neighborhood gathered that weekend to help us place a young sapling into the soil while Roger worked quietly beside us to finally make things right.