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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