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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. Friends are a very rare
jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want
to open their hearts to us.
-- Unknown |
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