Trouble Tree

I hired a carpenter 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 saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck
refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in 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 tips of the branches with both hands. When
opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his
wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the carWe passed the tree and my curiosity
got the better of meI 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, 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. Then in
the morning I pick them up again.
He smiled,

"Funny thing is, God makes sure that 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."

THIS ONE IS WORTH SHARING ...