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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