| Well I got three staple lodged into my head last night So I was in the hospital for a few hours and was really bored. Heres the story... I was moving toys for the army for christmas distribution, and I had the dolly cart, and a chapel. I was running the cart hit a pew and then that knocked me back into another pew. I thought it was just a bump until I saw all the blood. I got a lacceration, so we went to the hosipital and got it all fixed up. |
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| Well I havent posted in a long time... but I still read all of the blog entrys everybody else puts in... so its been 710 days since I joined xanga and they are right that is a big number |
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| 592 days on this and if your wondering im gonna still use this every once and a while and I still read all of your posts... |
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| >> Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
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>> (Most importantly the last sentence)
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>> There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
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> His Father gave him a bag of nails
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>> and told him that every time he lost his
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>> temper, he must hammer a nail into the back
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>> of the fence. The first day the boy had
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>> driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next
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>> few weeks, as he learned to control his
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>> anger, the number of nails hammered daily
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>> gradually dwindled down. He discovered
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>> it was easier to hold his temper than to
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>> drive those nails into the fence.
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>> Finally the day came when the boy didn't
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>> lose his temper at all. He told his father
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>> about it and the father suggested that the
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>> he was able to hold his temper.
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>> The days passed and the young boy was finally
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>> able to tell his father that all the nails
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>> hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You
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>> have done well, my son, but look at the
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>> holes in the fence. The fence will never be
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>> the same. When you say things in anger,
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>> they leave a scar just like this one. You
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>> can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
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>> It won't matter how many times you say I'm
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>> sorry, the wound is still there.
" A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They
make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share words of praise
and they always want to open their hearts to us."
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