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.'
Life may not be the party we
hoped for, but while we are here we might as well
dance.
We all Need a Tree!





Wonderful man.
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