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WAKE UP AND DO YOUR THING
the sky and this voice inside my head said if I stay here any longer I might die. Right then I decided to get out. The next morning I hitched a ride to a youth shelter fifteen miles away.”
“A few days after they took me in, Melissa--the woman who ran the place--gave me a magazine. It was open at an article, and she said I should read it. There was this story about an English guy who was an arborist who said he spent most of his childhood climbing trees. I got emotional because it was like a message specially for me. It was in a magazine, printed on paper which comes from trees. The trees were sending me a message. I know it’s crazy, but I was crazy back then and I got this crazy what-the-heck idea. If he can do it I can do it.”
"I got a job up the street from the shelter and became the best waitress ever. Melissa said whatever you do, do the best job you can because you’re always on display. I was efficient, I was polite, I was everywhere, and I took trouble to look good. I saved every penny, all my tips, and didn’t spend anything. I got my food at the cafe and soap and stuff at the shelter. I finally had enough to get my own room. With an address, I signed up for an arborists’ course at night school. Five weeks after I started the course the weirdest thing happened. One of my regulars at the cafe asked me if being a waitress was my dream job. I thought he was being sarcastic; then he takes out his wallet and passes me his business card. It said Wyatt’s Tree service.
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