nails in the fence

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

2:23 AM | 0 Comments

i am feiknrag dersesped now.

tadoy, yruos turly hree had been aatctekd and melotsed.
i sraecmed for hlep and sglgtured wtih all my mgiht.
my feirnd was sooo fhitgnered she feld.
no hlep cmae.
i was lfet aonle.

if you can' decipher all the gibberish above, please don't bother to ask cause i won't bother to re-type or explain the whole thing to you.

and if you culod raed it, dno't bhtoer to ask me waht hpeapned, i'm not in the mood to tlel. wlil nveer be.

anyway,
for those who can't see the long term effect of verbal abuse,
here's a story to help you understand my previous post about being polite and considerate.


There once was a little girl who had a bad temper.
Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as she learned to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the girl didn't lose her temper at all.
She told her mother about it and the mother suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was able to hold her temper.
The days passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother that all the nails were gone.
The mother took her daughter by the hand and led her to the fence.
She said, "You have done well, my daughter, 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 person 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.



now darlings, do you see my point?

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