There was a little boy with a bad temper. His
father
gave him a bag of nails and
told him that every time
he lost
his temper, to hammer a nail in the back
fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails
into the
fence. Then it
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.
(Something to think
about...)
