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 tire 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.'
 
              
 God Bless,
 
  Life may not be the party we hoped for, but
 while we are here we might as well dance.