I hired a carpenter to help me restore an old farmhouse. 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 stone 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 the tips of the branches with
both 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, 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 them
up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
- Author Unknown -
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