Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.
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 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 pullout 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 very rare jewels, 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 us.”
This was sent to me. Now send this to every
friend you have, and to your family.
Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.
Archive
Mobile
RSS
Revista Theme
Tumblr
