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just a random email I got....

 

 

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."

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"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."

 

Raccoons probably took them. Goddamn raccoons.

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in the movie big fish, troubles are represented as shoes, and u toss them on a line and u live in a fantasy town were every thing is perfect. i, like ewan mcdeenald, had shoes on that line, but i took them off and held them in my hand and felt the green grass against my feet. it felt the same, just as it always did - sweet and delicious. then i turned, went round then bend, just beyond the burch tree that was damaged by the ice storm a few years back, and gently my hand embraced the latch to the gate and paused.

 

i closed my eyes, so i could feel how the iron felt against my skin. i could feel the texture but that was all. so i squeezed it hard and pushed down on the trigger and the wind blew leaves into my face and i looked down and noticed my hand had been cut, so i walked thru and let the gate close itself and i didn't turn back to see if it was still open or closed...i walked to the edge of the forest, where a path led away, and i took a key and hid it in the hollow of a tree and i vanished into the darkness of a forest

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