There Once was a little boy with a bad
temper.
His father gave him a Hammer and
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.
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