Anger


There was a little boy with a bad temper. His

        father gave him a bag of nails and told him that

       every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in

                            the back fence.



       The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the

          fence. Then it 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. "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." 





                     ~~Author Unknown~~




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