How things change

Hi ladies
I came by this article and thought i should share with u all:-D
regards
Pravina

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 tyre 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."

THIS ONE IS WORTH SENDING ON.




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