pacience

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 he
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
day 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
us."

Posted in: Moral Story