Years ago, we had a pig in the community of Harmony that became a pest. Ironically, this pig was making our community everything but harmonious. The pig came out of nowhere and had been living in our yards for a month or so. It rotated from home to home; I guess you could say it is a homeless pig. One day my mother-in-law, who is basically a kind and gentle person, threw a rock at it. Twice it was hit by a car and reported dead, but the pig was still alive. I learned a valuable lesson from Aunt Naomi’s Pig: Never Give up.