Thursday, August 16, 2007

A story from a friend

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 tire 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 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 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'em
up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember
hanging up the night before.'

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