Once upon a time there was a boy that had a bad temper. He lived with his father in a city, he was the only hope for his father.
The first day of school , he packed everything inside his bag. He went to school in a hurry, then arrived at half past seven. He knew that he was late, because on the way to the school he met a holy man that asked about a heritage around this area. After he arrived in front of the gate, he was so angry and scared to enter the class. Instead he chose to go to buy a half price hamburger and a coffee in the cafeteria to calm his mind. When walking toward the cafeteria the headmaster saw the boy ate a hamburger and drank a cup of coffe. Then the headmaster told him to go to his room. The boy told him the reason why he was late.
After school, he told his father everything about what happened to him. His father gave him a bag of nails and a hammer, if he couldn’t keep his temper, then he had to hammer the nail into the wooden fence in the backyard. On that day he had hammered 37 nails into the fence. Day after day, he tried as hard as possible to hold his temper. The number of nails he hammered decreased day by day. He found that holding his temper was easier than hammering a nail into a fence.
Finally the day when he didn’t lose his temper came. He told his father about it and his father suggested him to pull out all the nails he hammered for each day that he was able to hold his temper. A few days later, he tol his father that all the nails he hammered have been pulled out. The father was proud and hugged him while stroking his hair. 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 hole in the fence.”
The hollow fence will never been the same as before. When you say things in anger, they leave scar just like this one. You can put a knife in somebody stomach 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 pysical one.