There
once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and
told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the
back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of
nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to
hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came
when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the
father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was
able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his
father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and
led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at
the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things
in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man
and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is
still there. “A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one”.
Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and
encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they
always want to open their hearts to us."
Please forgive me if I have ever left a
hole.
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