There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His fathergavehim a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost histemper,he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Overthenext few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the numberofnails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered itwaseasier to hold his temper than to drive those nails intothefence.
Finally the day came when the boy didnt lose his temper atall.He told his father about it and the father suggested that theboynow pull out one nail for each day that he was able to holdhistemper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able totellhis father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.Hesaid, You have done well, my son, but look at the holes inthefence. The fence will never be the same. When you say thingsinanger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knifeina man and draw it out. It wont matter how many times you sayImsorry, the wound is still there.
The little boy then understood how powerful his words were.Helooked up at his father and said I hope you can forgive mefatherfor the holes I put in you.
Of course I can, said the father. (接下页)
Author Unknown 邹红云 译