"Well look who came back to hear another story, and you even brought some of your friends I see. But the bench is not big enough for everyone to sit on comfortably so if you would help an old man up a mound there is a oak tree we planted here long ago that would be perfect for our needs."

"Why thank you young man. Not only curious but kind as well. There may just be some hope for your generation after all."

"Now I have told you about Childhood Joy and a Young Mans Adventure so how about a tale of WORTH?"

50 years back storms broke the horizon and we all huddled together in shelters to escape natures fury. At least those of us that made it into the shelters, for you see many got caught with there pants down and were buried under the rubble when we came out 2 days latter. We had slept narie a wink and the job had just started in ernest. We went and grabed our Grandads axes and started cutting our way through half collapsed houses regardless of the danger to save those that could still be saved. Pulling those that had suffered alone in the dark as the storm slaped at their coffins from the very pits of dispare. There has never been a feeling quite like it in my life sense it if you would believe an old man. The survivors, those that were able, joined us in our hunt. They helped fight the fires that had broken out and saved so many in turn, just as they had been saved.

When 2 more days had passed and the work was done we started rebuilding and now 50 years later I am willing to wadger that you can't even tell that the town was leveled. A year and a day after the town had been rebuilt we each brought some dirt from our yards and piled it up for an oak tree we had planed to plant on this very spot. That is the story of were this tree we now sit under comes from.

It is the story of why that worn stone over yonder says 'When times were dark and hope was lost, we stood tall and refused to go quietly into the good night!'