Bad Temper

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Bad temper
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. The boy basically had the habit of loosing his temper and never sought to resolve the negative impact behind his habit until when his father stepped in. 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. At first the boy was disagreed to follow his father’s advice as he didn’t find a problem with his temper. But when people around him started complaining and stepping up against the outcomes and consequences resulting from the boy’s bad temper, the boy figured he should try coping up with his father’s method of resolving this issue to avoid any further distress. The first day, the boy had driven 40 nails into the fence. The boy might have found this a bit challenging as ones prolonged attributes are difficult to escape from, but as time passed gradual change came along his bitter method of distracting himself and others around him. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. This was quite surprising for others and the boy himself but astonishing it wasn’t for his father, as his logical means behind his ideas were strongly justifying their means. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than drive those nails into the fence. Sometimes an individual looses his abilities to believe in his own strength and power of developing a justifying individual within themselves. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father quit surely, 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 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...
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