Useful Toolbox of Happiness

A dull-looking scuffed up ebony toolbox full of pure happiness, Sat in the back of Charley’s old green Chevy pick-up truck, Waiting for him to drink his three cups of coffee. “Another adventure!” the wrench said to the clamps. The tools knew that Charley would be using them today for sure. He had thrown a tarp, some paint cans, and his can of nails in last night. They were eager to get started, happy to see what they would be building. “Here he comes!” the hammer said. “Silence!” There was instant compliance. The tools shook with exuberance, feeling today’s adventure. Would they be building a window seat, porch, deck? Someone’s park bench? “SHHHH!” the pliers cautioned them. “He is getting in!” Charley had no idea they were aware he was lifting souls One project at a time. A simple carpenter, with a good soul…