A Good Story for Great Friends

 

There once was a little girl who had a bad temper. Her mother gave her a

bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must

hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

 

The first day the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next

few weeks, as she learned to control her anger, the number of nails

hammered daily gradually dwindled down. She discovered it was easier to

hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

 

Finally the day came when the girl didn't lose her temper at all. She told

her mother about it and the mother suggested that the  girl now pull out

one nail for each day that she was able to hold  her temper..

 

The days passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother

that all the nails were gone. The mother took her daughter by the hand and

led her to the fence. She said, "You have done well, my daughter, 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

person and draw it out. 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.

 

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.