Monday, November 25, 2013

Nails In the Fence

This is Thanksgiving Week and the start of the Holiday Season that stretches from today until the week after New Year’s.

For the next six weeks, most of us will be connecting with people who are loved-ones, kinda-loved-ones, don’t really love’em but like’em, don’t really like’em but have to be around’em.

The story below came to me this morning and is one of those things that life sends us just to suggest that we pay attention. It came from The School of Practical Philosophy. The author is unknown:

Once upon a time 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, he should hammer a nail in the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. But gradually, the number of daily nails dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the first day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He proudly 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.

“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.”

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