The Fence

There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag ofnails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nailin the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into thefence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier tohold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally theday came when the boy didn‘t lose his temper at all. He told his fatherabout it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nailfor each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed andthe young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nailswere gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to thefence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes inthe fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things inanger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in aman 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 andencourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word ofpraise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

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