A story was told to me...

Three Feathers walked down a path.  One he had known his whole life.  The same path his ancestors walked.  He knew the curves, grass, leaves, and bumps.  On this day he noticed the bumps were tree stumps.  Three Feathers stopped and bent down to one of these stumps.  He began to really look at the stump.  It was strong.  It bounded out of its earth to help its tree. 

Three Feathers stood up after a while and noticed the path had changed.  It was the same path, but it was somehow different.  So different, the curves seemed much stronger and more directing.  The grass waved to him playfully as he passed.  He was not alone on this path. 

Three Feathers was never alone again. 

This story showed me that the simple things which go unnoticed can give us the greatest strength.