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.
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."
Show your
friends how much you care. Send
this to everyone
you consider a FRIEND.
YOU ARE MY
FRIEND AND I, AM BLESSED......YES
INDEED!!!!!!!!!!!!
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from 10/19/2000
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Last updated 26-10-2000