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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 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 very rare

jewels, indeed! They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They

lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open

their hearts to us."