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 didnt 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. (showing him a scar

on his arm.) 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.

– Author Unknown