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John Martin: aka, Sir John the Turd, the Earl of Feces, the Baron
of Blaspheme, the Count of
Clarence, the Sultan of Shit, the Emir of Evidence, the Father of Flatulence, the
Buffalo Bimbo Slayer, Sir Flatuent John
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The Fence
There was a little boy with a bad temper.
His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that
every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in
the back fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Then it 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.
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.