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 six nails into the fence. Over
the next few weeks, as he learned to
control his anger, the number of nails
hammered daily gradually dwindled. 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.