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 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."
People we come in contact with every day will not remember what we say or what we do, but they will remember how we made them feel. Be kind.
I need to go fishing. Today is not the day. Maybe later this week. I want to enjoy these last warm days of summer.
It’s okay to be smart. But if you are smart,
it’s often better not to let it show.
My father gave me these hints on speechmaking:
Be sincere ... be brief ... be seated.
— James Roosevelt
A government that robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend upon the support of Paul.
— George Bernard Shaw
Joke of the Day
The graveside service just barely finished, when there was a tremendous bolt of lightning, followed by a massive clap of thunder, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance.
The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, “Well, she's there.”