"Cool!" I said as I jumped on the tree and snapped this photo.  "Yeah, too bad for the tree, though.  Sad.  Poor tree." My friend said.
"Why?" I asked.  "Because it's diseased; that's why it has so many bumps."
Oh.  I felt bad, sad for a moment.  Sorry that the tree was suffering.

But then, wait, no.  I don't believe it's feeling any pain.  And it's this "disease" that made me stop and take a moment with this tree.  It made me climb it, photograph it, notice it, care.

What sort of really cool aspects of me or you have we been told are "diseases"?  That really only become detrimental to us after someone has label them as such.  What makes our selves richer but that we have been believing makes our lives poorer just because of external judgments?

That friend went on to thank me for pointing out this tree because she walked and drove by it often but had scarcely noticed it.  I had been feeling juvenile for excitedly jumping on its splitting trunk to whip out my camera phone and try to capture it.  Not after her thanks.  Reminded me that I love being young at heart, getting distracted by things that catch my eye in the moment, jumping on stuff.  Jump on stuff and celebrate your "diseases".