I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had
just finished a rough first day on the job, a flat tyre made him lose an
hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one-ton 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 towards
the front door, he paused briefly at a tree, touching the tips of the tree. 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, those 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 and ask God to take care of them. 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."
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