There was a little boy with a bad te**er. His fathergave him a bag of nails and told him， every time he losthis te**er， to hammer a nail in the back fence. Thefirst day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fehen it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it waseasier to hold his te**er than to drive those nails intothe fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn’ t lose histe**er at all. He told his fat her about it and the fathersuggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each daywhen he was able to hold his te**er. The days passedand the young boy was finally able to tell his father thatall the nail s were gone. The father took his son by thehand and led him to the fence. He said， “ You havedone well， my son， but look at the ho*** in the fehe fence will never be the same. When you say thingsin ang er， they leave a scar just like this one. You put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’ t matterhow many times you say I’ m sorry， the wound is stillthere. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.” （本章完）