The Trouble Tree
I hired a carpenter to help me
restore an old farmhouse,
and after he had just finished
a rough first day on the job...
a flat tire made him
lose an hour of work,
his electric saw quit...and now
his ancient pickup truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.
On arriving, He invited me in
to meet his family.
As we walked toward the front door,
he paused briefly at a small tree,
touching tips of the branches with his
hands.
When opening the door,
he underwent an
amazing transformation.
His tanned face was wreathed in smiles
and he hugged his two small
children
and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the car.
We passed
the tree and
my curiosity got the better of me.
I asked him about what
I had seen him do earlier.
"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied.
"I
know I can't help having
troubles
on the job and in my life,
but one thing's for sure,
troubles don't belong in the house
with my wife and the children.
So I just hang them up on
the tree every night when I come home.
Then in the morning I pick them up again."
"Funny thing is," he smiled,
"when I come out in the morning
to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as
I remember hanging up the night before."
AND WE ALL NEED TO PLANT A TREE!
Author Unknown
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