thr was a littl boy with a bad tmpr. his fathr gav him a bag of nails and told him that vry tim h lost his tmpr, to hammr a nail in th back fnc.th first day th boy had drivn 37 nails into th fnc. thn it gradually dwindld down. h discovrd it was asir to hold his tmpr than to driv thos nails into th fnc. finally th day cam whn th boy didn't los his tmpr at all. h told his fathr about it and th fathr suggstd that th boy now pull out on nail for ach day that h was abl to hold his tmpr. th days passd and th young boy was finally abl to tll his fathr that all th nails wr gon. th fathr took his son by th hand and ld him to th fnc. h said, "you hav don wll, my son, but look at th hols in th fnc. th fnc will nvr b th sam. whn you say things in angr, thy lav a scar just lik this on.you can put a knif in a man and draw it out. it won't mattr how many tims you say i'm sorry, th wound is still thr. a vrbal wound is as bad as a physical on. frinds ar a vry rar jwl, indd. thy mak you smil and ncourag you to succd. thy lnd an ar, thy shar a word of prais, and thy always want to opn thir harts to us.