mass of weeds and string against a dead bush. ”free at last”, free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground, and to lodge lifeless against the first obstruction.how much like kites we sometimes are. the heaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules to follow from which we can grow and gain strength. restraint is a necessary counterpart to the winds of opposition. some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach the heights we might have obtained. we keep part of the commandment and never rise high enough to get our tails off the ground.
let us each rise to the great heights, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.（约315字）
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