The Trouble Tree

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough day on the job, a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his 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 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. 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 children."

"Every night when I come home, I just hang them up on the tree 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 em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."

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