There
once was a 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 drove 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 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, it leaves 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 every bit as bad as a
physical one.”
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