One of my best frds forwarded this story again in a mail..
And this is smthing we all know..but then..we all keep on creating situations where we fst put a nail..and then say sorry to take out that nail..
But the wall can never be the same´:-((
This is the deepest n saddest part of journey called life...
A word once gone is gone for ever..
The time lost is lost for ever..
An occasion gone is also gone..
So, next time i utter a word..got to be careful...
rather people like me shd be extra careful..
How many times i have hurt the people so close to me..
How many times i have hurt so many strangers by saying things i dint mean..
How many times i have degraded the value of my friendship with so many angels.....
All these moments are gone..for ever i guess.....
But still hope i really think
bfr i speak..
bfr i act..
bfr i feel bad for anyone..
bfr i degrade anyone.
bfr i approach someone with a prejudiced mindset...
bfr i feel someone has stopped loving me..
So ..here i am ...
all set for August...
he he today is 1-8-9----cool!!!
with a golden advice.......
No sorry..
No sympathy....
Gather all the lovely dew n enrich the day of urs as well as others......
Attaching Ruchi's mail....for it is full of Golden words°°
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
His Father gave him a bag of nailsand 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.
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."
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.
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