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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 words
of praise and they always want to open their hearts
to you."
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