Nails

Dusty

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Nails

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.