Where Do We Begin?
written by: Mary Stephenson
Looking out the window across the grassy field stands an old oak tree with broken branches and a blackened trunk like a tattered old coat, it holds within the history of all those years it has stood.
Arriving here in June of 2015 other than knowing the name of the “Lions” organization I knew nothing of who they are or what they did. The Lions being around longer than I have been alive is a tribute to their honorable contributions to the world. The Lions are not like the old oak tree that will eventually fade away. Continue reading
