Trouble Tree..

A story that i enjoy..

The carpenter i hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough day on the job. A flat tyre made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit and now his ancient pick up 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 towards the front door, he paused briefly at the small tree, touching the tips of branches with both hands.

When opening the door he underwent amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles, he hugged his two small children, 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 cant avoid having troubles on the job. But one thing is 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 as many as i remember hanging up the night before."

- Anonymous..