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NAIL IN 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 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 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.

not to hurt others.

Great

be careful with the words you use!!!!

Why it aroused the Medulla Oblangata.
After all mtu akipost point poa tunampongeza au sio?

After that political talk, I thought Lady admin would be kind enough to open political threads!!! and I would seriously like to know who your deskmate at the mbuzi is...achangie politics wazua

A Holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, 'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'
The Lord led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.
In the middle of the room was a large round table.
In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.
They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.
But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.
The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering
The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.
They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.
There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.
The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump,laughing and talking.
The holy man said, 'I don't understand.
'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill.
You see, they have learned to feed each other.
The greedy think only of themselves.'
When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you.

pray pray pray let's take care of our brothers rather than be selfish.

Mexican Fisherman Meets Harvard MBA

What Really Matters in Life?

A vacationing American businessman standing on the pier of a quaint coastal fishing village in southern Mexico watched as a small boat with just one young Mexican fisherman pulled into the dock. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. Enjoying the warmth of the early afternoon sun, the American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.


"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American casually asked.


"Oh, a few hours," the Mexican fisherman replied.


"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" the American businessman then asked.


The Mexican warmly replied, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."


The businessman then became serious, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"


Responding with a smile, the Mexican fisherman answered, "I sleep late, play with my children, watch ballgames, and take siesta with my wife. Sometimes in the evenings I take a stroll into the village to see my friends, play the guitar, sing a few songs..."


The American businessman impatiently interrupted, "Look, I have an MBA from Harvard, and I can help you to be more profitable. You can start by fishing several hours longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra money, you can buy a bigger boat. With the additional income that larger boat will bring, before long you can buy a second boat, then a third one, and so on, until you have an entire fleet of fishing boats."


Proud of his own sharp thinking, he excitedly elaborated a grand scheme which could bring even bigger profits, "Then, instead of selling your catch to a middleman you'll be able to sell your fish directly to the processor, or even open your own cannery. Eventually, you could control the product, processing and distribution. You could leave this tiny coastal village and move to Mexico City, or possibly even Los Angeles or New York City, where you could even further expand your enterprise."


Having never thought of such things, the Mexican fisherman asked, "But how long will all this take?"


After a rapid mental calculation, the Harvard MBA pronounced, "Probably about 15-20 years, maybe less if you work really hard."


"And then what, señor?" asked the fisherman.


"Why, that's the best part!" answered the businessman with a laugh. "When the time is right, you would sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions."


"Millions? Really? What would I do with it all?" asked the young fisherman in disbelief.


The businessman boasted, "Then you could happily retire with all the money you've made. You could move to a quaint coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, play with your grandchildren, watch ballgames, and take siesta with your wife. You could stroll to the village in the evenings where you could play the guitar and sing with your friends all you want."

There was a flood, and an old woman watched as the water came closer to her house. A man in a boat came by and offered her to help her.

"Thank you," she said, smiling, "but the lord will save me."
The water rose higher, and she had to go to the second floor. Another boat came by, and the people in the boat went to the window to rescue her.

"I'm okay," she told them. "I have faith in the lord. He'll save me." The boat left without her.

She was on the roof finally, with the water swirling around her feet, and a helicopter came. She refused their help too, telling them that she had faith and the lord would save her. Soon afterwards, the water took her away and she drowned.

When the woman arrived in heaven, she stepped before God and, crying, asked him, "Why didn't you help me? I had faith in you!"

"Not help you!" God replied. "What do you mean? I sent you two boats and a helicopter!"