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 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 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember
> hanging up the night before."
2006-09-04
00:39:40
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