The Crossed Painting on the street

The Fence

                                                 The fence
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 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. Make sure you control your temper the next time you are tempted to say something you will regret later.

Troubles Tree

                                                  Troubles Tree

Once upon a time a businessman hired a carpenter to help him to restore an old farmhouse. The carpenter had a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While the businessman drove the carpenter home, the carpenter sat in stony silence.

On arriving, the carpenter invited the businessman in to meet his family. The businessman was reluctant to enter being aware of the bad day that the carpenter have had, still to keep his heart, he reluctantly entered the house. As they walked toward the front door, the carpenter paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of some branches with both hands. As he opened the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked the businessman to the car. They passed the tree and the businessman’s curiosity got the better of him. He asked the carpenter what was so magical about the tree that transformed his character?. "Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So, I just hang them(troubles) up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them (troubles) up again." Then he smiled and said, "Funny thing is, when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."