As I pulled into my driveway, I knew something was wrong. The fifty-year-old apple tree my grandparents had planted was gone. There was nothing but a splintered stump. I marched next door and pounded on the door. My neighbor, Faye, answered with a glass of wine in her hand. "What did you do to my tree?!" I screamed. She calmly took a sip and said, "We had it taken down. You're welcome." She had no idea just how expensive that little mistake would be. That apple tree wasn’t just a tree. It was hi