Javascript is either disabled or not supported by this browser. This page may not appear properly.
                                       THE TROUBLE  TREE


  I hired a plumber 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 drill quit) his ancient one ton truck refused
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.  Upon 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 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, but one thing's for sure, those 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 and ask God to take care of them. 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."

*As passed on to me by: Darwin Lutz, of Davison, Michigan.. .Thanks            Darwin!! Chris