There once is a little boy who has a bad temper. His father give him a bag of nails and tell 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 drive 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learn to control his anger the number of nails hammer daily gradually dwindle down. He discover it is easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day come when the boy don't lose his temper at all. He tell his father about it and the father suggest that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he is able to hold his temper. The days pass and the boy is finally able to tell his father that all the nails are gone.
The father take 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.
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