As seen on Rondout:
A plumber was hired to restore an old farmhouse. He had a tiring day at work as a flat tire made him lose an hour of work at job, his electric drill quit, his old truck refused to start. As I drove him back home in the evening he sat in stony silence.
On reaching his home he invited me to meet his family. As we walked towards the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. I could see, he had undergone an amazing transformation. Now there was smile on his face and he looked cheerful. Upon opening the door, he hugged his two small children and his wife.
After some time, he came to see me off. We passed the tree and my 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 at 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 & 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 them up the night before.”
MORAL OF THE STORY
We have to learn the art of living.
When we take our troubles from one place to another place, we are spoiling the pleasure at home & atmosphere at work.
It is our presence that brings meaning to life of people around us. It is the way we touch our loved one’s heart gives life beautiful meaning.
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From – Prose ‘n Poems
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Good story.
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