We all need a tree

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after 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.'

Thanks Pat