The Fence

There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of
nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a
nail in the back fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it
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 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.