Friday, March 13, 2009
The Trouble Tree.
The carpenter i hired to help me 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 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 the hands.
When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation.
His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small
childrens 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 doing 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,troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the childrens. So i just hang them on the tree every night when i come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again"
He paused. "Funny thing is." he replied, "When i come out in the morning to pick'em up, there ain't nearly as many as i remember hanging up the night before."