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| Hot Chai Tea, from the Cinnamon Bear, Harrisonburg, VA |
Many years ago a stressful job stirred within T.D. Terry daily bouts of anger. His daughter, upon hearing him describe them years later, responded with surprise. "I don't remember any anger during those years."
He asked if she remembered the tree--the one near the driveway about halfway between the gate and the house. "Remember how it used to be tall? Then lost a few limbs? And after some time was nothing more than a stump?"
She did.
"That was me." T.D. explained. "I took my anger out on the tree. I kicked it. I took an ax to it. I tore the limbs. I didn't want to come home mad, so I left my anger at the tree."
-Mocha with Max, friendly thoughts & simple truths from the writings of Max Lucado.
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