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Tuesday, May 22, 2007 ▪
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.
Friends are very rare jewels, 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.
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This story somehow portraits me-
temperamental
. Hahs especially when i'm very young. I had hurt my mom and other family members for the past 16 years. My mom cried umpteen times because of me. My dad scolded and yelled because of me.My brother got fed up because of me. Things that i had disappointed them.... But then now things have changed. ((: Low tendency to flare temper
unnecessarily
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Yea.Time to worry for tmr's marketing ICA. arggg. i was stunned when wallace told me why didn't i inform him abt marketing test. >.<" who knew he didn't know sia..better to return him his marketing textbook tmr. =x
Super puzzle fighter II, what's the strategy? lols. =p
-waiting for dinner-