There once was a boy who had a nasty temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that each time he lost his temper. He must hammer a nail into the rear of the fence.
The first day, the boy had driven 45 nails into the fence. Over the subsequent few weeks, as he learned to regulate his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it had been easier to carry his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally, the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper even once in a day. He happily told him after about this and. Further, his father suggested to him that he needs to pull out one nail every day. Due to his learning, he was ready to hold his temper. Finally, that day came when he pulled every nail from the fence.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the same fence where he has asked him to put the nails. He said, “You have done well, my son, but check out the marks in the fence wood. The fence will never be the same and likewise, once you say things in anger, they leave a scar a bit like this one. You’ll put a knife during a man and draw it out. It won’t matter what percentage times you say I’m sorry. The wound remains there.”