HOW TO DEAL WITH TROUBLES
I hired a carpenter to help me restore an old farmhouse. He had just finished a rough
first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, the electric saw
quit, and now his ancient pickup refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat
in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me 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.
Afterwards 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, 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 'em up, there ain't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
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