…I remembered the rose

…I remembered the rose bush that had reached a thorny branch out through the ragged fence, and caught my dress, detaining me when I would have passed on. And again the symbolism of it all came over me. These memories and visions of the poor–they were the clutch of the thorns. Social workers have all … Read more

We can complain because

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
Abraham Lincoln