The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had
just finished a rough 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
stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family.
As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a tall
tree, touching tips of the branches with both hands. When opening
the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face
was wreathed with 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
that 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
children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I
get home. 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 ain't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night
before."
-- Author Unknown
Your Attitude MATTERS!
1 year ago
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