@ddtpecko 26 April 2022 more from that month

My dear friends of the noise! Have you heard that there is a worry tree? You who have heard do you use it? Let's see what a worry tree is. TREE OF WORRY I once hired a carpenter to help me renovate an old field house and his first hard day at work was just over. His tire burst, so he lost an hour of work, his electric saw failed, and now the old truck won't start. As I drove him home, he sat serious in the stony silence. Upon arrival, he invited me to meet his family. As we walked toward the door, he paused briefly in front of a small tree, touching the tops of the branches with both hands. Before the door to the house opened, he was incredibly transformed. His tanned face shone with smiles, so he hugged his two small children and kissed his wife. After drinking coffee and a friendly conversation, he followed me to the car. We passed a tree, and I shot out of curiosity. I asked him: what I just saw. “Yes, it’s my‘ tree of worry ’,” he replied. "I know that I cannot avoid problems at work, but one thing is for sure, those problems do not belong at home, to my wife and children. That's why I hang them on this tree every night before I enter the house. in the morning when I go to work, I take them again. " He paused for a moment. "But it's funny and amazing," he laughed. *************************************************************************************** Dragi moji prijatelji buke! Da li ste čuli da postoji stablo briga? Vi koji ste čuli da li ga koristite? Hajde da vidimo šta je to stablo briga. STABLO BRIGA Jednom sam angažovao stolara da mi pomogne da renoviram staru poljsku kuću i upravo mu se završio prvi težak dan na poslu. Pukla mu je guma, pa je izgubio jedan sat rada, električna testera mu je otkazala, a sada stari kamionet neće da upali. Dok sam ga vozio kući, sedeo je ozbiljan u kamenoj tišini. Po dolasku, pozvao me je da upoznam njegovu porodicu. Dok smo hodali prema vratima, na kratko je zastao ispred malog stabla, dodirujući vrhove grana sa obe ruke. Pre nego što su se vrata kuće otvorila, on se neverovatno transformisao. Njegovo preplanulo lice zasijalo je osmesima pa je zagrlio svoje dvoje male dece i poljubio suprugu. Nakon popijene kafe i prijateljskog ćaskanja, pratio me je do automobila. Prošli smo pokraj stabla, a ja sam pucao od znatiželje. Pitao sam ga: šta je to što sam malopre video. “Aha, to je moje ‘stablo briga'”, odgovorio je. “Znam da ne mogu da izbegnem probleme na poslu, ali jedno je sigurno, ti problemi ne pripadaju kući, mojoj ženi i deci. Zato ih samo obesim na ovo stablo svako veče, pre nego što uđem u kuću. Ujutro kada krenem na posao ponovo ih uzmem.” Na trenutak zastade. “Ali, smešno je i neverovatno…,” nasmeja se, “…kada u jutarnjim satima dođem po svoje ostavljene brige – njih nema ni približno onoliko koliko sam ih obesio predhodne večeri...”