One day a young girl diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder was making a card for her mom. On the front she drew a radish in the shape of a heart, giving it a face, arms, and legs. When asked who the radish was, the girl replied,
“That’s me. I’m the RADish, because I have RAD. Being a RADish means that all the good stuff is buried deep, and I need to work hard to get through all the dirt to uncover it.”
-A True Story
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world” Anne Frank