Category: Writers Block
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."
The little boy then understood how powerful his words were. He looked up at his father and said "I hope you can forgive me father for the holes I put in you."
"Of course I can," said the father.
The day that was long and hard has found itself as evening rolls in to be finding itself in relaxed contentment as a campfire is lit with ones gathering for the telling of tales and sharing in life lessons that are continually being learned (so I like to place what has been said thus far in an outdoor setting…just my way, trust you don’t mind Black Prince)
Logs one by one are placed upon the fire giving warmth as midnight draws near and seems it is now my turn to share in the thots alreadied expressed..
My thots are that at one time the Father giving to the Son to go each time he was angered to take hammer and drive a nail into a log of a fence post was in some respects an ideal way to blow off some steam, some of that anger that was so pent up and in need of release. Thing is through time the Son came into ither anger management where he was not so explosive or else outgrew what was troubling him or any one of several happenings came to be…while whatever being the situation he no longer was pounding away and rather came into a remorsefulness over the log that once nail filled, now rather left with the holes of the nails that had been imprinted…
It is here at this point in the story that I like to think of that Father and Son being present as the campfire continually burns and when as the flames grow low that the Father turns to the Son saying, “Go now and get that fence post, that log with all the holes of the nails, for tonight is a good night for placing that log on the fire…” The little wood of that log will give needed warmth while at the same time the memories of a past that is troubling the Son are cast away in the flames… Sometimes there is so needed an “Act of Forgiveness.” With flames burning and coals glowing, the hurts of a past begin to drift in the smoke that is cast as gentle breezes blow in, taking the memories of hurt…
With morning dawning upon the land a new log is hewed and put in place, giving a fence to be mended as the moments go on.
Connie ~ Grace
I like this. I also like how Grace added the fire in which to throw the fence post upon. This is good.
so do I. And grace, I don't know if I ever mentioned, you write with good imagery. All in all though, this was a good piece.
yeah i like it. grace, your extra bit is cool
Both are very inspirational, and a moral we can all learn from.