We all Need a Tree.

> I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse. He finished a
rough first day on the job: a flat tire that 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."


> Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we
might as well dance.


We all Need a Tree.