A nice story

There once was a little boy who had a badtemper. His Father gave him a bag of nailsand told him that every time he lost histemper, he must hammer a nail into the backof the fence. The first day the boy haddriven 37 nails into the fence. Over the nextfew weeks, as he learned to control hisanger, the number of nails hammered dailygradually dwindled down. He discoveredit was easier to hold his temper than todrive those nails into the fence.Finally the day came when the boy didn'tlose his temper at all. He told his fatherabout it and the father suggested that theboy now pull out one nail for each day thathe was able to hold his temper.The days passed and the young boy was finallyable to tell his father that all the nailswere gone. The father took his son by thehand and led him to the fence. He said, "Youhave done well, my son, but look at theholes in the fence. The fence will never bethe same. When you say things in anger,they leave a scar just like this one. Youcan put a knife in a man and draw it out.it won't matter how many times you say I'msorry, the wound is still there. " A verbalwound is as bad as a physical one.Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. Theymake you smile and encourage you to succeed.They lend an ear, they share words of praiseand they always want to open their hearts to us."Show yourfriends! how much you care. Show this toeveryone you consider a FRIEND.