There one was alittle boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails abd told him that everytime he lost hus temper he would have to drill a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the back of the fence. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily started to dwindled down. He discovered it was eaisier to hold his temper then to drive those nais into the fence.
Finaly the day came that the boy didnt 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 hood his temper. The days past and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took him by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "you have don well my sun, but look at all 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. Mo matter how many time you say I'm sorry thw scar is till there.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
