THE FENCE

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 36 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 pull one nail for each day 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 is never going to 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