Remember the Monterrey Oak (Quercus polymorpha) I planted at my father's place? It's still alive (and so am I).
Here it is with the Italian Stone Pine behind it, which I also planted with my Dad in the early nineties. During the winter after the oak was put in the ground, an animal stripped the bark around the main trunk and we figured it was dead. Somehow it went ahead and sprouted leaves the following spring and also formed several new sprouts at the base. The top growth was sickly, however, and by time the summer heat set in, the main trunk of the tree was dead. Dad cut that part down, hoping that the lower sprouts would continue growing, possibly in a multi-trunked form.
This oak is semi-evergreen so last winter when it dropped all it's leaves, it was unclear whether or not it would make it through, but sure enough, it has leafed out beautifully this spring. Another symbol of resilience for me, I hope to see this tree live a long healthy life despite the adversity it has suffered.