NAIL IN 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 histemper, 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 nextfew weeks, as he learned to control hisanger, the number of nails hammered dailygradually dwindled down. He discoveredit was easier to hold his temper than todrive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn'tlose his temper at all. He told his fatherabout it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day thathe was able to hold his temper.!
The days passed and the young boy was finallyable to tell his father that all the nailswere gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence He said, 'Youhave done well, my son, but look at theholes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger,
they leave a scar just like this one. Youcan put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'msorry, the wound is still there. A verbalwound is as bad as a physical one.
Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. Treasure them..... Theymake you smile and encourage you to succeed.
