THE TROUBLE TREE
The carpenter I had hired to help me restore
an old farmhouse had just finished
a rough, first day on the job.
A flat tire had 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 the tips of the branches
with both hands.
When opening the door he
underwent an amazing transformation.
His tan 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
but one thing for sure,
troubles don't belong in the house
with my wife and 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 aren't nearly
as many as I remember hanging up.
~Author Unkknown~
this simple lesson, our world would be a much happier
place to dwell. We need to remember to treat others as
we, ourselves like to be treated.
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