25 Tips for a Healthy Heart

Inspiring Story: The Nails in the Fence..

There once was a boy who had a 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 50 nails into the fence. Over 

the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger 

the number of nails hammered gradually dwindled down. 

He discovered it was easier to hold his temper 

than to drive nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when he didn't lose his temper. 

He told his father and his father suggested that the boy now 

pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his anger. 

The days passed and the boy told his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took the boy by the hand and led him to the fence. 

He said look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same, 

Lesson from The Story:

when you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like 

the ones on the fence. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. 

it won't matter how many times you say I am sorry, 

the wound is still there. 

A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Our Friends,Family and 

Love Once are very rare. they make you smile and encourage you 

to succeed. They lend an ear, and always want to open their hearts to us. 

Author: Unknown

Beautiful Inspiring Story: Family

I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please," 

was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't 
watching for you." 

We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way 
saying good-bye. But at home a difference is told, How we treat 
our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking 
the evening meal, my son stood beside me very still. 

As I turned, I nearly knocked him down. 

  "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. He walked away, 

his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. 

While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me 
and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy 
you use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse. 

  Go and look on the kitchen floor, you'll find some flowers 
there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. 
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood 
very quietly not to spoil the surprise, and you never saw 
the tears that filled his little eyes." 

  By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall. 

  I quietly went and knelt by his bed, "Wake up, little one, 
wake up," I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?"   
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because 
they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." 
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't 
have yelled at you that way."   He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. 

I love you anyway." 

I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially 
the blue."   Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company 
that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. 
But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of 
their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more 
into work than to our own family - an unwise investment indeed, 
don't you think? 

  So what is behind the story? Do you know what the word FAMILY means? 

FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU! 

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