From my childhood: We were on vacation at a cabin in the Catskills. Hurricane Connie had just hit; Donna was on its way and we packed and left. As we drove down the mountain road, the stream was overflowing - I had never seen it more than a few inches deep. And on the side of the rode was a single flower bravely holding itself up against the wind and rain. Years later I realized it was Queen Anne's Lace. That flower's calm determination to hang on has stuck with me through my life.That's the memory I plan to keep with me forever.