Bad Temper

A Brief tale : Terrible Attitude

There used to be a young man who had a terrible attitude. His dad provided him with a pack of nails and let him know that each time he blew his top, he should pound a nail into the rear of the wall.

The main day, the kid had driven 37 nails into the wall. Over the course of the following couple of weeks, as he figured out how to control his annoyance, the quantity of nails pounded day to day step by step dwindled down. He found it was more straightforward to hold his attitude than to drive those nails into the wall.

At long last the day came when the kid didn't blow his top by any means. He informed his dad and the dad recommended that the kid presently take out one nail for every day that he had the option to hold his attitude. The days passed and the kid was at long last ready to let his dad know that every one of the nails were no more.

The dad took his child by the hand and drove him to the wall. He said, "You have gotten along nicely, my child, yet check out at the openings in the wall. The wall won't ever go back. At the point when you express things out of resentment, they leave a scar very much like this one. You can place a blade in a man and draw it out. It won't make any difference how often you say I'm grieved. The injury is still there."

A verbal injury is basically as terrible as an actual one.

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.

A Brief tale

There used to be a young man who had a terrible attitude. His dad provided him with a sack of nails and let him know that each time he blew his top, he should pound a nail into the rear of the wall.

The principal day, the kid had driven 37 nails into the wall. Over the course of the following couple of weeks, as he figured out how to control his resentment, the quantity of nails pounded everyday slowly dwindled down. He found it was more straightforward to hold his attitude than to drive those nails into the wall.

At last the day came when the kid didn't blow his top by any means. He educated his dad and the dad proposed that the kid presently take out one nail for every day that he had the option to hold his attitude. The days passed and the kid was at long last ready to let his dad know that every one of the nails were no more.

The dad took his child by the hand and drove him to the wall. He said, "You have gotten along nicely, my child, however check out at the openings in the wall. The wall won't ever go back. At the point when you express things out of resentment, they leave a scar very much like this one. You can place a blade in a man and draw it out. It won't make any difference how frequently you say I'm grieved. The injury is still there."