The Fence

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 a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and
encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of
praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.”

– copied by permission