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Monday, November 17, 2008

I have an owie....and sort of a message

I have a very sore mouth. My broken molar is infected and I am looking like a chip munk with a grouch on today. I have been to the doctor and gotten a script for an anti-biotic...but unfortunately nothing for the pain....so needless to say I am just short of an axe murderer at this point. This is the reason for the post today.
I am a Tootsie that has a horrible bad temper....and in my high school and university days...a violent one too. I have calmed my self down and have matured into a far more gentle soul.....but I am very close to some who are not so gentle....I have tried to say this to those people many times...and have been told that I make no sense. This makes great sense and I thought that since I have nothing else prepared to write about for you all....that I would post this. It serves as a good reminder of how badly words can hurt.
Once you have read it...consider yourself hugged by a cranky Tootsie with a tooth ache....lol
I will see you all soon

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. But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Remember that 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.'