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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.



Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.


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