Trouble Tree

      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. Upon 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 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 them up, there ain't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the
night before".


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