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> A MOTHER'S WALK
>
>
> The young mother set her foot on the path of life.
> "Is this the long way?" she asked.
> And the guide said:
> "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old
before you reach the end
of
> it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
> But the young mother was happy, and she would not
> believe that anything could be better than these
years. So she played with
> her children, and gathered flowers for them along
the way. and bathed them
> in
> the clear strema, and the sun shone on them, and the
young Mother cried,
> "Nothing will ever be lovlier than this."
> Then the night came, and the storm, and the path
was dark, and the
> children shook with fear and cold, and the mother
drew them close and
> covered
> them with her mantle, and the children said,
"Mother, we are not afraid,
for you are near, and no one harm can come.
> And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead,
and the children
climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But
at all times she said to her
> children, " A little patience and we are there."
> So the children climbed and they reached the top.
They said,"Mother we
would not have done it without you."
> And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up
at the stars and
> said,"This is a better day than the last, for my
children have learned
> fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave
them courage. Today, I
> have given them strength."
>
> And the next day came strange clouds which darkened
the earth, clouds of
war and hate and evil, and the children groped and
stumbled, and the mother
> said," Look up, Lift your eyes to the light." and
the children looked and
saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it
guided them beyond the
darkness.
>
> And that night the Mother said, "This is the best
day of all, for Ihave
> shown
> my children God." And the days went on, and the
weeks and the months and
the years, and the mother grew old and she was little
and bent. But her
children were tall and strong and walked with
courage. And when the way was rough,
they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather,
and at last they came
to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road
and golden gates flung
wide.
and the mother said: " I have reached the end of my
journey and now I know
> the end is better than the beginning, for my
children can walk alone, and
> their chlldren after them."
>
> And the children said, "You will always walk with
us, Mother, even when
you
> have gone through the gates." and they stood and
watched her as she went
on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they
said" We cannot see her,
but she is still with us still. A Mother like ours is
more than a memory. She
is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the
street.
She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered
socks,
> She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not
well.
>
> Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
>
> And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
>
> She's the place you came from, your first home; and
she's the map you
follow with every step you take.
>
> She's your first love and your first heartbreak,
and nothing on earth can
> separate you....not time, not space.....not even
death!
Is there a magic cutoff period when
offspring become accountable for their own
actions? Is there a wonderful moment when
parents can become detached spectators in
the lives of their children and shrug, "It's
their life," and feel nothing?
When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital
corridor waiting for doctors to put a few
stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do
you stop worrying?" The nurse said,
"When they get out of the accident stage." My
mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
chair in a classroom and heard how one of my
children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,
and was headed for a career making
license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher
said, "Don't worry, they all go through
this stage and then you can sit back, relax and
enjoy them." My mother just smiled
faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime
waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come
home, the front door to open. A friend said,
"They're trying to find themselves. Don't
worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying.
They'll be adults." My mother just smiled
faintly and said nothing.
By the time I was 50, I was sick &tired of being
vulnerable. I was still worrying over my
children, but there was a new wrinkle and there
was nothing I could do about it. My
mother just smiled faintly and said nothing. I
continued to anguish over their failures, be
tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in
their disappointments.
My friends said that when my kids got married I
could stop worrying and lead my own
life. I wanted to believe that, but I was
haunted by my mother's warm smile and her
occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right?
Call me the minute you get home. Are
you depressed about something?"
Can it be that parents are sentenced to a
lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another
handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
human frailties and the fears of the
unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue
that elevates us to the highest form of life?
One of my children became quite irritable
recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've
been calling for 3 days, and no one answered.
I was worried." I smiled a warm smile.
The torch has been passed.
When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you.
>
> Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life. I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone I shaped you. I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully.
>
> Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life.
>
> The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side.
>
> You are my perfect angel, my beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. Your eyes are beautiful. Your lips, how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands so gentle to touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep; I've held your heart close to mine. Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like me. Adam walked with me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me. He could only feel me. So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you: my holiness, my strength, my purity, my love, my protection and support.
>
> You are special because you are the extension of me. Man represents my image - Woman, my emotions. Together, you represent the totality of God.
>
> So man, treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In hurting her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Father, and the heart of her Father.
>
> Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self."
>
> Did you know that WOMAN was so special in God's eyes?
>
>
>
> - Author Unknown
First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one:
"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello'.
I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.
Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11.30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.
Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 -year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.
"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins.
"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.
After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse laying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.
The peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts.
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.
The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek.
Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".
Being young the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching."
To all the wonderful mothers that I know...
SOMEBODY SAID- - - - -
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby . . .somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, normal is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct . . .somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring . . .somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good"...somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices . . .somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the
neighbor's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother . . . somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.
Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first. . .somebody doesn't have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books . . .somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery . . .somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of
kindergarten.
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back . . .somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to
sell cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married...somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home...somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her . . . somebody isn't a mother.
To all the wonderful mothers that I know...
SOMEBODY SAID- - - - -
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby . . .somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, normal is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct . . .somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring . . .somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good"...somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices . . .somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the
neighbor's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother . . . somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.
Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first. . .somebody doesn't have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books . . .somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery . . .somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of
kindergarten.
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back . . .somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to
sell cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married...somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home...somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her . . . somebody isn't a mother.
What I Wish for You
Today...I wish you a day of ordinary miracles
A fresh pot of coffee you didn't have to make yourself.
An unexpected phone call from an old friend.
Green stoplights on your way to work or shop.
I wish you a day of little things to rejoice in...
The fastest line at the grocery store.
A good sing along song on the radio.
Your keys right where you look.
I wish you a day of happiness and perfection-little bite-size
pieces of perfection that give you the funny feeling that the Lord is
smiling on you, holding you so gently because you are someone special
and rare.
I wish You a day of Peace, Happiness and Joy.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to
appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget
them.
Read each sentence slowly and think about it.
Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.
Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you
Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.
You can only go as far as you push.
Actions speak louder than words.
The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.
Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.
Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.
A BEST FRIEND is like a four leaf clover, HARD TO FIND and LUCKY TO HAVE.
Some people make the world SPECIAL just by being in it.
BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.
When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look
beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.
TRUE FRIENDSHIP "NEVER" ENDS. Friends are FOREVER.
Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they
are always there.
Don't frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile.
What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the
person who made you cry?
Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.
Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.
Most people walk in and out of your life, but ONLY FRIENDS LEAVE FOOT PRINTS
IN YOUR HEART.
Remember, EVERY MINUTE SPENT ANGRY IS SIXTY SECONDS OF HAPPINESS WASTED.
Corinthians 13 for Moms
> (Dads will like it too. )
>
> I can read bedtime stories till the cow jumps
> over the moon and sing "Ten Little Monkeys" until I
> want to call the doctor--but if I don't have love,
> I'm as annoying as a ringing phone.
>
> I can chase a naked toddler through the house
> while cooking dinner and listening to voice mail, I
> can fix the best cookies and Kool-Aid in the
> neighborhood, and I can tell a sick child's
> temperature with one touch of my finger, but if I
> don't have love, I am nothing.
>
> Love is patient while watching and praying by
> the front window when it's 30 minutes past curfew.
>
> Love is kind when my teen says, "I hate you!"
>
> It does not envy the neighbors' swimming pool or
> their brand-new mini van, but trusts the Lord to
> provide every need.
>
> Love does not brag when other parents share
> their disappointments and insecurities, and love
> rejoices when other families succeed.
>
> It doesn't boast, even when I've multitasked all
> day long and my husband can't do more than one thing
> at a time.
>
> Love is not rude when my spouse innocently asks,
> "What have you done today?"
>
> It does not immediately seek after glory when we
> see talent in our children, but encourages them to
> get training and make wise choices.
>
> It is not easily angered, even when my
> 15-year-old acts like the world revolves around her.
>
> It does not delight in evil (is not
> self-righteous) when I remind my 17-year-old that
> he's going 83 in a 55-mph zone, but rejoices in the
> truth.
>
> Love does not give up hope. It always protects
> our children's self-esteem and spirit, even while
> doling out discipline. It always trusts God to
> protect our children when we cannot.
>
> It always perseveres, through blue nail polish,
> burps and other bodily functions, rolled eyes and
> crossed arms, messy rooms and sleep-overs. Love
> never fails. But where there are memories of
> thousands of diaper changes and painful labor(s),
> they will fade away. Where there is talking back, it
> will (eventually) cease. (Please, Lord?)
>
> Where there is a teenager who thinks she knows
> everything, there will one day be an adult who knows
> you did your best.
>
> For we know we fail our children, and we pray
> they don't end up in therapy, but when we get to
> heaven, our imperfect parenting will disappear.
> (Thank you, God!)
>
> When we were children, we needed a parent to
> love and protect us. Now that we're parents
> ourselves, we have a heavenly Father who adores,
> shelters us and holds us when we need to cry.
>
> And now these three remain: faith, hope and
> love. But the greatest of these is love.
Be Happy Right Now!
We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another, get a new job, get a new house. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are.
The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now! If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with... And remember that time waits for no one!
So, stop waiting...
...until your car or home is paid off
...until you get a new car or a new job
...until you go back to school
...until you lose ten pounds
...until you gain ten pounds
...until you finish school
...until you get married
...until you get a divorce
...until you have kids
...until your kids leave the house
...until you retire
...until summer
...until fall
...until winter
...until spring
...until you die!
There is no better time than right now to be happy...
Choose To Be Happy TODAY!
There may be days
when you get up in the morning
and things aren't the way
you had hoped they would be.
That's when you have to
tell yourself that things will get better.
There are times when people
disappoint you and let you down.
But those are the times
when you must remind yourself
to trust your own judgments and opinions,
to keep your life focused on believing in yourself.
There will be challenges to face
and changes to make in your life,
and it is up to you to accept them.
Constantly keep yourself headed
in the right direction for you.
It may not be easy at times,
but in those times of struggle
you will find a stronger sense of who you are.
So when the days come that are filled
with frustration and unexpected responsibilities,
remember to believe in yourself
and all you want your life to be.
Because the challenges and changes
will only help you to find the goals
that you know are meant to come true for you.
Keep Believing in Yourself
Mothers
>
>
> If you send this to just one person, it should make
> it all the way around the world by Mother's Day.
>
> This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with
> sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with
> Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's
> okay honey, Mommy's here."
>
> Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
> soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
>
> This is for all the mothers who show up at work with
> spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses
> and diapers in their purse.
>
> For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies
> and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who
> DON'T.
>
> This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies
> they'll never see. And the mothers who took those
> babies and gave them homes.
>
> This is for the mothers whose priceless art
> collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
>
> And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal
> bleachers at football or soccer games instead of
> watching from the warmth of their cars.
>
> And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me,
> Mom?" they could say,! "Of course, I wouldn't have
> missed it for the world," and mean it.
> This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in
> the grocery store and swat them in despair when they
> stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before
> dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten
> instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
>
> This is for all the mothers who sat down with their
> children and explained all about making babies. And
> for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just
> couldn't find the words.
>
> This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their
> children can eat.
>
> For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a
> night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one
> more time."
>
> This is for all the mothers who taught their children
> to tie their shoelaces before they ! started school.
> And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
>
> This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to
> cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
>
> This is for every mother whose head turns
> automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a
> crowd, even though they know their own offspring are
> at home -- or even away at college ~or have their own
> families.
>
> This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to
> school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be
> just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from
> the school nurse an hour later asking them to please
> pick them up. Right away.
>
> This is for mothers whose children have gone astray,
> who can't find the words to reach them.
>
> For all the mothers who bite their lips until they
> bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
>
> For all the mothers of the victims of recent school
> shootings, and the mothers of those who did the
> shooting.
>
> For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who
> sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their
> child who just came home from school, safely.
>
> This is for all the mothers who taught their children
> to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely
> from a war.
>
> What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience?
> Compassion? Broad hips?
>
> The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a
> button on a shirt, all at the same time?
>
> Or is it in her heart?
>
> Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or
> daughter disappear down the street, walking to school
> alone for the very first time?
>
> The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed
> to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a
> sleeping baby?
>
> The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M.
> when you just want to hear their key in the door and
> know they are safe again in your home?
>
> Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your
> child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a
> child dying?
>
> The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our
> thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through
> diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature
> mothers learning to let go.
>
> For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
>
> Single mothers and married mothers.
>
> Mothers with money, mothers without.
>
> This is for you all. For all of us...
>
> Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we
> can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray
> and never stop being a mom..
>
> Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
>
> "Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all
> fall."
>
> Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
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> (I just did!)
To Realize...
To realize the value of ten years:
Ask a newly divorced couple.
To realize the value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize the value of one year:
Ask a student who has failed a final exam.
To realize the value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.
To realize the value of one month:
Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of one hour:
Ask lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of one minute:
Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize the value of one-second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident.
To realize the value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
To realize the value of a friend:
Lose one.
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will
treasure even more when you can share it with someone special.
The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to
everyone who passes it on. Do not keep this letter. Just
forward to your friends to whom you wish good
luck.
Hey Hunies don't pass up good chances ... take them,
Cuz you never know what will happen in
a second, a minuet, an hour, a day week, a month or a year.
WE SHOULD ALL DO THIS
I hired a carpenter 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 saw quit, and now his
ancient pickup 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 tips of the branches with
both hands.
When opening the door, he underwent an amazing
transformation. His tanned 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, 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. 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."
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