This is a neat little life lesson I recieved. Thought I would share.![]()
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.




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