The Nails in the Fence
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've 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. It won't matter
how many times you say 'I'm sorry' the wound is still there and a verbal
wound can be just as bad as a physical one.'
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