The carpenter hired by a man to help him 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 the man drove him home, the carpenter sat in stony silence. Obviously he was troubled by the events of the day. On arriving, he invited him in to meet the family.
As they walked toward the front door, the carpenter paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
After opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His face was wreathed in smiles, and he hugged his two small children and then gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward, he walked the man to his car. They passed the tree, our man's curiosity got the better of him. He asked the carpenter about what he 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 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 and continued, “when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.”
While the man drove him home, the carpenter sat in stony silence. Obviously he was troubled by the events of the day. On arriving, he invited him in to meet the family.
As they walked toward the front door, the carpenter paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
After opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His face was wreathed in smiles, and he hugged his two small children and then gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward, he walked the man to his car. They passed the tree, our man's curiosity got the better of him. He asked the carpenter about what he 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 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 and continued, “when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.”
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