Finding My Voice, Discussion Guide

I am a Dandelion. “Since we lived in the worst part of the city, every day when I walked to work, I walked past the heartache, suffering, and plight of the drug-addicted and homeless. It was on one of those walks that I was stopped dead in my tracks. I noticed a vibrant yellow dandelion, blooming ever-so-brightly, that had pushed its way up and through hard asphalt. I marveled at the sharp colour, the strength and tenacity of life itself that was not held back by its situation, by its circu...