We All Need a Tree

From Sweet.

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse and 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 and his ancient one ton 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 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."

THIS ONE IS WORTH SENDING ON.
God Bless, Have A Blessed Day!!!