Angered boy

There 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.

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. 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.