Trouble Tree

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had justfinished a rough first day on the job, a flat tire made him lose an hour ofwork & his electric drill quit, his ancient one ton truck refused to start.As I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving he invited me in tomeet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at asmall tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.Upon opening the door he had undergone an amazing transformation. His tannedface was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave hiswife a kiss. Afterward he walked me to the car.We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him aboutwhat I had seen him do at the little tree. "Oh, that's my trouble tree," hereplied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's forsure, 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 Godto take care of them.Then in the morning I pick them up again." Funny thing is," he smiled, "whenI come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as Iremember hanging up the night before."