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>> For my friends ...
>
>> There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.  His Father gave him a
>bag of nails and told him that  every time he lost his temper, he must
>hammer a nail  into the back of the fence.
>
> The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the
> fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to
> control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily  gradually dwindled
>down. He discovered it was easier to hold  his temper than to drive those
>nails into the fence....
>
> Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his
>> temper at all. He 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 day passed  andthe 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.  He said,
>"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.
>
> You can put a knife in a man 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 a very rare jewel 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."