On the first day of this lesson, the young man had driven 37 nails into the wall. He was truly desperate!
Throughout the span of the following few weeks, the young man started to control his temper, so the amount of nails that were pounded into the wall breathtakingly diminished.
It wasn't much sooner than the young man ran across it was less demanding to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the wall.
At that point, the day at last came when the young man didn't lose his temper even once, and he got to be so glad for himself, he couldn't hold up to tell his father.
Satisfied, his father proposed that he now haul out one nail for each one day that he could hold his temper.
A few weeks passed by, and the day at last came when the young person was equipped to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Quite tenderly, the father took his child by the hand and headed him to the wall.
"You have finished great, my child," he grinned, "yet take a gander at the openings in the wall. The wall will never be the same."
The young man listened precisely as his father kept on speaking.
"When you say things in indignation, they leave lasting scars much the same as these. What's more regardless of how often you say you're sad, the wounds will even now be there."