(my mother sent this to me...)
I hired a builder to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he finished a rough first day on the job, (a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start) I offered to drive him home.
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."
Originally posted by c99uxYou are tricky. I almost bought a subscription so I could recommend that post.
(my mother sent this to me...)
I hired a builder to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he finished a rough first day on the job, (a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start) I offered to drive him home.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited ...[text shortened]... ck 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
Hope you will settle for what I have now a non-sub scum bag rec. If not.😳 Good post!
Originally posted by c99uxAt first I thought somebody was stealing his things out of the tree, then I came to the conclusion that I'm a total dumbass.
(my mother sent this to me...)
I hired a builder to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he finished a rough first day on the job, (a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start) I offered to drive him home.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited ...[text shortened]... ck 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
