davey
Dormant account
- Joined
- Oct 21, 2010
- Location
- Coffs Harbour Australia
My 18 year old daughter was rushed by ambulance to hospital today and is being operated on in the morning. They told me it's not life threatening but I thought I better get on the right side of the bloke upstairs and post a story my Mum found years ago in an old church. Forgive me if you have heard it before.
It’s called “The Trouble Tree”
I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse and after he had finished a rough first day on the job, a flat tyre made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton ute refused to start. As I drove him home he sat in stony silence.
On arrival 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. Upon opening the door he had undergone an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
After dinner he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do at the little tree.
“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 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 them up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.”
Author unknown.
It’s called “The Trouble Tree”
I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse and after he had finished a rough first day on the job, a flat tyre made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton ute refused to start. As I drove him home he sat in stony silence.
On arrival 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. Upon opening the door he had undergone an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
After dinner he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do at the little tree.
“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 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 them up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.”
Author unknown.
