I hired a man to help me repair(修理)an old farmhouse. His first day on the job make him mad—a flat tire (轮胎)made him lose an hour of work, he cut his finger with a knife and his old truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in silence.
On arriving, he invited me to meet his family. As we walked towards the front door, he stopped at a small tree and touched the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door, his face was full of smiles and he hugged his two children and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterwards, he walked with me to the car. We passed the tree. I was so curious that I asked him about what I had seen earlier. "Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing is for sure. Those troubles don't belong to my children and wife. So I hang them in the tree every night and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning, I pick them up again. "
"The funny thing is," he smiled, "When I come out to pick them up in the morning, there aren't as many as those hung up the night before."