In the depths of Staten Island, a great battle begins. The bushes stand in my way, but I perservere. The thorns tear at my arms, but I press through, because the fertilizer must be spread. It hurt a bit, but my will to garden and help the spread of nature was stronger. As I lurk under the bush, forcing my way through the twigs and thorns, and energized by the will to help I am filled with DETERMINATION.