A Good Story for Great Friends

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 histemper,
he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had
driven 17 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. Hediscovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those
nails into the hard 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 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 person 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. Please forgive me if
I have ever left a hole in your fence.
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