When Liz Dixon-Spain got married in 1976, there was only one place where she wanted to hold celebrations. That was her parents' garden with the beautiful beech tree overlooking the festivities.【小题1】The perfect ceremony left a lasting impression on her.

【小题2】 Her two sisters also celebrated their weddings next to the tree. The beech has been a constant presence in her family's lives. It has been part of all of her family memories because they all happened around the tree.

When she was a child, Liz often played around the tree and enjoyed watching it come to life as a “home to generations of wildlife”. After her husband passed away, she moved back to her childhood home, where she has been living ever since. She used to open up the garden to the public as part of the national garden scheme.【小题3】“Looking at it from inside the house is fantastic, but to stand right underneath feels extraordinary,” said one visitors.

Liz has four grown-up sons, who spent their childhood playing on the grass in front of the tree. 【小题4】 However, they often come here to meet up. The tree helps bring them together.

One of her grandchildren, Frank, 10, lives in Hackeny, East London, but visits Liz often.【小题5】 One of them begins: “Through the pebble filled driveway, through the old wooden gate, lay a paradise for nature.”

On March 6, Cleveland Cavaliers forward Kevin Love posted an article titled Everyone is Going Through Something on the website The Players’ Tribune. In the article, the 29-year-old revealed how he suffered from his first panic attack in a game against the Atlanta Hawks and why he was so worried about sharing his story with the public.

Love identified that what keeps people from speaking up about their mental health challenges is the fear that many people see them as a weakness.   “Growing up, you figure out really quickly how a boy is supposed to act. You learn what it takes to ‘be a man’. It’s like a playbook: Be strong. Don’t talk about your feelings. Get through it on your own,” he wrote.

And being an NBA player made his situation even more difficult. Love was afraid to share his struggles because he didn’t want his Cavaliers teammates to think that he was unreliable.

However,   as   it   turned   out,   Love’s   teammates   understood   and   supported   him.   Cleveland superstar LeBron James even wrote on social media that Love is “even more powerful now than ever before”.

For Love, it was a journey of empowerment to accept and address his mental illness and share his experience with millions of people who face the same problems. In fact, he was inspired to talk

Last month, the 28-year-old told the Toronto Sun that despite being a top-performing and wealthy NBA player, he still deals with constant blues. “It’s one of the things that no matter how indestructible (坚不可摧的) we look like we are, we’re all human at the end of the day,” he said. “Sometimes it brings out the best of you when everything in the whole world gets on top of you.”

I’d done it before, and so I had no reason to believe that this time would be any different. I was sure that when I returned home from my mission trip. As always, I’d bring back nothing more than some mud on my boots. A hole or two in my jeans and, of course, a lot of great memories.

The summer before my high school graduation, I went to West Virginia with others as volunteers to repair the homes of those in need. Arriving at our destination, my group was assigned the task of rebuilding sections of a home that had been damaged by fire. No sooner had we parked on the home’s dirt driveway than we saw an excited little girl, no more than six years old, standing in the doorway of the family’s temporary home. Shoeless and wearing dirty clothes and the biggest smile I’d ever seen, she yelled, “Ma, Ma, they really came!” I didn’t know it then, but her name was Dakota, and four more days would pass before she’d say another word near me.

Behind Dakota was a woman in a wheelchair—her grandmother, we’d soon learn. I also discovered that my job that week would be to help change a fire-damaged dining room into a bedroom for this little girl. Over the following days, I noticed Dakota peeking at us every now and then as we worked. A few times, I tried talking with her, but she remained shy and distant, always flying around us like a tiny butterfly but keeping to herself.

By our fifth and final day, however, this was about to change. Before I went to work   on her home on that last morning, I spoke for a moment or two with the grandmother. I was especially pleased when she told me how much Dakota loved her new room—so much. As we talked,   I   noticed something I hadn’t seen before—Dakota was hiding behind her grandmother.

Cautiously, she stepped into view, and I could see that just like her clothes, her face was still dirty. But no amount of soil could hide those bright blue eyes and big smile. She was simply adorable. Slowly, she began walking toward me. It wasn’t until she was just inches away that I noticed the folded piece of paper in her tiny hand. Silently, she reached up and handed it to me. Once unfolded, I looked at the drawing she’d made with her broken crayons on the back of an old coloring book cover. It was of two girls—one much taller than the other—and they were holding hands. She told me it was supposed to be me and her, and on the bottom of the paper were three little words that instantly broke my heart. Now almost in tears, I couldn’t control myself anymore—I bent down and hugged her. She hugged me, too. And for the longest time, neither of us could let go.

I left for home early the next morning. I was returning with muddy boots and holes in my jeans. But because of Dakota, I brought back something else, too — a greater appreciation for all or the blessings of my life. I’ll never forget that barefoot little butterfly with the big smile and dirty face. I pray that she’ll never forget me either.