There once was a little girl who had a bad temper. Her Father gave her
>> a
>> >bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must
>> >hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the girl had
>> >driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as she learned
>> to
>> >control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled
>> >down. She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive
>> >those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the girl didn't
>> >lose her temper at all. She told her father about it and the father
>> >suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was
>> >able to hold her temper. The days passed and the young girl was finally
>> >able to tell her father that all the nails were gone.
>> >
>> >The father took his daughter by the hand and led her to the fence. He
>> said,
>> >"You have done well, my daughter, 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."
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