Return-Path: <nifl-4eff@literacy.nifl.gov> Received: from literacy (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by literacy.nifl.gov (8.9.3/8.9.0.Beta5/980425bjb) with SMTP id QAA08650; Thu, 27 Jan 2000 16:00:47 -0500 (EST) Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 16:00:47 -0500 (EST) Message-Id: <v01540b03b4b5ce5e4fa7@[205.214.163.110]> Errors-To: listowner@literacy.nifl.gov Reply-To: nifl-4eff@literacy.nifl.gov Originator: nifl-4eff@literacy.nifl.gov Sender: nifl-4eff@literacy.nifl.gov Precedence: bulk From: eloebl@readingprogram.org (Ellen Loebl) To: Multiple recipients of list <nifl-4eff@literacy.nifl.gov> Subject: [NIFL-4EFF:814] Re: Classroom anecdote: Resolve Conflict X-Listprocessor-Version: 6.0c -- ListProcessor by Anastasios Kotsikonas Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Status: RO Content-Length: 2049 Lines: 45 This story was a printout of an email that had been circulated frequently. I don't know where it came from or who the author is, but it was short so I retyped it here for anyone interested. The Fence Author Unknown 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 a 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. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one." Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. >In a message dated 1/25/00 8:12:53 PM Eastern Standard Time, >eloebl@readingprogram.org writes: > ><< In my class we read a short story about a boy who had problems controlling > his anger, but learned to do so by hammering nails into a fence whenever he > was angry >> >What was the name of the story? You ideas and use of EFF sound wonderful. i >too work with students in a substance abuse recovery program. > >Millie Kuth >KUTHFAM@aol.com >Hamilton City ABLE >Hamilton OH 4500
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