In his memoirs, Chairman Mao referenced an incident from his childhood which is incredibly instructive for us all, and one he seems to have woefully overlooked in his destructive rise to power.
When he was a wee lad, young Mao’s mother had a garden which was the pride of the province. People used to come from far and wide to see the vast array of beautiful flowers and other horticultural wonders. Then one day, his mother fell very ill and was no longer able to tend her pride and joy. She seemed completely oblivious to her ailments; her only concern was who would look after the garden while she was convalescing. (more…)