Nails In The Fence

417024966_1d74025415_qThere 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 fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 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. 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 you’re sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.”

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From Your Father

You got it from your father,

It was all he had to give.

So it’s yours to use and cherish,

For as long as you may live,

If you lose the watch he gave you,

It can always be replaced.

But a black mark on our name, son.

Can never be erased.

It was clean the day you took it

And a worthy name to bear,

When he got it from his father,

There was no dishonor there.,

So make sure you guard it wisely,

After all is said and done.

You’ll be glad the name is spotless,

When you give it to your son