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 of the fence.

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.

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.
 But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will
still be there.  A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

that 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. Share this with everyone you consider a friend.

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