In 2001 I was in a Combi Bus travelling from CookTown in far north Queensland to the Daintree when there was a massive storm. In far north Queensland storms flash flood and uproot trees onto the makeshift roads in an instant before drying the earth up again in a matter of minutes. This was one of those days.  I was on the bus with my 5 year old daughter when the Combi rattled to a sudden stop.  The driver was making such a fuss.  Something about being trapped and the last time that this happened he'd been stuck in the same spot for days.  I stood up and looked through the wide window at the front of the Combi. There right across the mud road was an enormous body of tree arms and legs. The driver cried foul and the people on the Combi sighed. They depended on him so much to get them from point A to point B.  I waited for signs of leadership, but no body moved. Only the driver got off the bus. His head was sinking fast into his chest. He lit up a smoke to help him think.  Someone had to do something!  Weighing up the size of the tree I got off the bus and bending to the carcass, I heaved it up into my arms surprised how it lifted like it was a cloud. It was then I realised that the boys had followed me off the bus and with an enthusiastic show of unified strength they had formed a troop behind me and taken the matter in hand.  THEY lifted that dead lump of tree up and off to the side of the road like it was  air.   The following clip reminded me of this event.  I hope you gain from its message and BE the change you want to see in this world.