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During her 25 months in hiding, Anne Frank’s only connection to the outside world was a chestnut tree that gave her hope and comfort when she gazed at it from an attic window of her hideaway.
“ As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky and as long as I can enjoy it how can I be sad.”
Passages in Anne Frank’s diary reveal how the chestnut tree and all of nature infused meaning into her life:
“The best remedy for those who are frightened, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then, and only then, can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature’s beauty and simplicity.”
The tree was damaged in 1990 by an underground oil spill and other toxic pollutants. For 17 years, the city government tried to save the tree, spending $200,000 to pump out the polluted water surrounding it, as well as trying other methods to preserve its roots. Nothing worked.
“The city felt it was its moral obligation to do this because it was so important to Anne and gave her spiritual comfort during her bleak days in hiding,” said a city official.
On February 23, 1944, Anne wrote in her diary:
“The two of us [Anne and her friend Peter Van Pels, a teenager also hiding in the annex] looked out at the blue sky, the bare chestnut tree glistening with dew, the sea gulls and other birds, glinting with silver as they swooped through the air and we were so moved and entranced that we couldn’t speak.”
Years later, in 1968, Anne’s father, Otto, who survived the Holocaust, reflected on the meaning the tree had for his daughter:
“How could I have suspected how important the chestnut tree was to her?” he said. “But she longed for it during that time when she felt like a caged bird. She only found consolation in thinking about nature.”
“She saw the tree flowering in spring,” Anne’s best friend, Jacqueline Van Maarsen, said in an interview. “She saw it when the leaves were gone. It was part of her life. She couldn’t see anything else except the chestnut tree and the sky.”
(Excerpt from March 29, 2007, Donald Snyder Fox News Report)
Anne Frank's Chestnut Tree 
Champ started limping right away, and Rhett and I took him to the vet who examined him and said he'd never seen such a bad case of hip dysplagia and that he should be 'put down'. Rhett willed himself not to cry but his eyes welled with tears. The vet (actually he was filling in for our vet who was on vacation) saw the reaction and said some people choose surgery but both hips were involved and there was not much even surgery could do.
Rhett chose surgery (I think $600 each hip) and when we took him in for the surgery...and here's where I don't recall the exact procedures, whether they took X-rays, or what, but our vet who was going to do the surgery came out to us in the 'waiting room' and he said "nature" had taken care of it, and that surgery was not necessary! (I think his hips still were not right, but they weren't critical, as they had been.)
That dog had received so much prayer and love and more prayer...we know it was God Himself Who intervened!
(Submitted byJanine Downing, Joliet, IL)
Dawn & Daniel were two fluffy puppies who were birthday gifts from my husband in 1987. They were beautiful, white, mixed breed dogs with gentle, sweet personalities. They looked like bookends as they each had one large black patch on opposite eyes. I loved to see them run through the field of our farm in West Virginia as they were so happy and carefree.
Fast forward to November 1992 when circumstances forced a move to an Illinois city. On January 1, I awoke early as usual, and saw my two dogs happy and healthy. In just a few hours, however, Daniel became very sick, vomiting blood the color of coffee grounds. I nervously called the vet to ask what to do. He just happened to be at his office a few blocks from where I lived. He told me to bring Daniel there right away.
Tests were done and things looked grim. Daniel was diagnosed with ParvoVirus and stayed at the Vet's for days while two veterinarians worked hard to save his life.
I prayed for God to heal him, believing that if He cared enough to create dogs, He also cared enough to help them when in trouble. God heard and answered. Daniel lived! The vet told me that four other dogs died in that office from Parvo that weekend, and it was a miracle that Daniel made it.
Looking back, I can see that God's timing was perfect in the situation. It was New Year's Day when few vets are in the office. If Dr. Messamore hadn't been there at that exact time, Daniel would have died. He told me that timing was critical, and Daniel would have lasted only a matter of hours if treatment hadn't been started immediately. I'll always believe it was a miracle, and I thank God for giving me Daniel to love for a few more years.
Eventually everyone dies, and Dawn outlived Daniel, who passed away due to liver disease in 1995. In 1996, shortly after Dawn had received her annual rabies shot, she became so weak she began stumbling up the stairs to the bedroom. Again, I called the vet. He ran several tests which showed that she was very sick with a blood disease. The vet said there was little he could do, and to my disbelief gave her only a month to live. He put her on prednisone to make her more comfortable, and basically sent her home to die.
I was crushed, and poured out my heart to God for my little girl dog. Often, I'd lay on the floor next to Dawn, caressing her soft fur and crying many tears knowing that my faithful protector and companion would soon leave me. I prayed for God's mercy on us both.
One month passed, and then two. Dawn was still hanging in there. It appeared that God was answering prayer and providing a healing miracle.
I saw the actual test vial of Dawn's blood in that vet's office on the day of her diagnosis, and a vial from another test that was taken days later. The red cell count was so low it was impossible for her to survive for long. It was likened to severe anemia.
A miracle was occurring as Dawn continued to hang on and improve in health. Weeks turned into months and months into years. God gave Dawn almost three years more of life on earth, and I was so grateful for that extra time.
It's easier for me to believe for miracles even for animals now that I've experienced them. God really does care for ALL of His creation.
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I like what these kids are doing, and hope you will, too!
http://www.dawgsntexas.com/
(After Dawn passed away in October 1999, I wrote this song for her.)
Friend, I still remember
Though it's been a while,
Since I've heard your laughter,
Since I've seen your smile.
Friend, when gentle breezes
Softly kiss the trees,
I can almost hear you,
Calling out to me.
Now only when I'm dreaming
Are things as before,
And you're here beside me,
Guarding me once more.
Friend, it seems forever
Since you went away.
Nights can find me crying,
Just like every day.
Now only when I'm dreaming
Are things as before,
And you're here beside me,
Guarding me once more.
Yes, I still remember,
Always will remember
my friend...
(copyright 1999, M. E. Jones, Joliet, IL)
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YOU CAN HELP FIGHT CRUELTY!
Animal abuse is against the law! It leads to and can be a part of other violent acts, whether it be animals or within families. Report it to your local police department and be persistent. Talk to your kids about kindness towards animals and be a role model to them by setting a good example. Do not support puppy mills or breeders, instead please adopt a needy animal from a shelter. Also, support trap-neuter-release programs in your community to help feral cats.
