The Trouble Tree
By: Author Unknown
The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse
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 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 'em up, there ain't nearly as many as I
remember hanging up the night before."
What can you come up with that will work for YOU?
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