A weed to me may not be a weed to you, or vise versa. A few years ago a man in Apache Junction was told to get the weeds out of his front yard. It was covered in beautiful desert wild flowers. I thought, "What are they thinking?". When I started pulling the weeds last month I was thinking about how could we just keep mowing down this mess. But when it was mowed it did look nice and green and filled in. With the tops off, from the street it just looked green.
I grew up with family members that smoked. It just was how it was. Over time the majority of them have quit and it is unpopular with most of the people I know. Well a few years ago I had the opportunity to go and visit my dad. I took Benjamin and Julia with me. My dad is a chain smoker and I wanted to prepare them because we don't smoke in our home. I wanted them to be polite and to understand that we all choose and that we would be visiting HIS home. He's been smoking since he was a teenager and for him it's just part of his life. I have discouraged my children from smoking for various reasons but I still want them to respect others.
I love to swim. When I was little we swam in ditches, cow ponds, lakes, rivers, and sometimes even pools. I have met others who would never think about getting in water that had chemicals in it, manure, fish remains, ect. Now that I'm older some of these places have become unacceptable to me for swimming in. Knowledge has helped me see the weeds more clearly.
So I guess a weed is what you see it as. That may change over time, but beware some weeds are out to get you. Once you learn something is a true weed you should pull it. I love my dad, but smoking does make his life harder, and it's roots run deep. I really would like him to be with us as long as possible.
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