Bad Temper

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 days passed and the 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.

5 thoughts on “Bad Temper

  1. Great story. Thank you for sharing. We talk often of how God forgives and we can make amends but the scars and the consequences from our actions are still there. I guess that is part of grace also that He helps us even through those times. Thanks for visiting my blog!

  2. Reminds me of the story of a woman who was a gossip . She repented and she was told to go through the town and lay a feather on the doorstep of every person she gossiped about. The next day she was told to gather the feathers. As you might imagine, there were no feathers to gather. In the same way, when one gossips or listens to gossip, what is said cannot be taken back.

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