The carpenter I hired to fix the old farmhouse had just finished the first day of hard work. His chainsaw had broken, causing him to lose an hour, and now his old truck wasn’t working. He sat in silence as he took her home. When we arrived at his house, he invited me over to meet his family.
Then, walking towards the front door, he paused briefly in front of a small tree and touched the branches of the trees with both hands. When the door opened, there was a dramatic change. His sunburned face lit up with a huge smile; He hugged his two children and kissed his wife. He then accompanied me to my car. Passing by the tree, I asked him curiously what he had just done.
“It is my problem tree,” he replied. I know there is no way to avoid problems at work, but one thing is for sure; problems need to be kept outside of the home, away from my wife and children. That’s why I hang my problems on this tree every evening when I come home. Then I take them again the next morning. He continued, laughing:
The funny thing is that when I go to pick them up in the morning, they are not as many as I remember hanging them the day before!
Rosario Gomez A. – “Cuentos con Alma / Stories of the Soul”
