I hired a plumber to help restore an old farmhouse. It was a
rough first day on the job: his drill quit and his truck refused to start. I
drove him home and he invited me in to meet his family. On the way to the front
door, he paused and touched a small tree. After introducing me to his wife and kids 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. “That's my trouble tree. I can't help having troubles
on the job, but those troubles don't belong in the house with my family.
I hang them on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care
of them. In the morning I pick them up again. Funny thing is, there are never
as many as I hung up the night before.” – Source Unknown
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