Trouble Tree

I hired a carpenter 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 saw quit...and now his
ancient pickup 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 tips of the branches with his
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 and in my life,
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 aren't nearly as many as I remember
hanging up the night before."

THIS ONE IS WORTH SENDING ON...........AND WE ALL NEED TO
PLANT A TREE