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    The boy and the fence parable.

    Somebody mailed this to me over a year ago cuz it has my old address with a Catholic Catechism that had always been next to a plunger (almost as if a subliminal message was I think the Catechism is shit.)

    Well, the strange thing is yesterday was Saint Pat's and it contained a bunch of Saint Patrick prayers and stuff.

    Inside was a parable:

    "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. 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.)

    It's a very strange time to receive that because I just printed out an 11 page apology to someone my words hurt worse than maybe my words have hurt any other person in real life.

    So, if my words have hurt you I'm sorry. I know sorry doesn't mean shit, but I'll reap what I sow.

    What goes around does kinda come around I've experienced. Even if nothing bad happens to me, I notice when I wrong others and have bitterness, hatred, and live selfishly, I'm never happy , even if I were to get a billion dollars, wouldn't be able to enjoy it if I'm a selfish asshole.

    But when I'm not selfish or hateful and follow the golden rule, humble as Saint Francis or Buddha, innocent as a child, I'm happy even in shitty situations.

    It actually works that way like all the time with me. When I'm an asshole to people , or proud, cause them suffering, have unforgiveness, have selfish motives, there is no peace or joy. It's consistent

    So yes, in that sense, what goes around does come around. It doesn't mean if you give a thousand dollars to someone you're going to get a thousand back. But if charity is done and one's intentions are noble , (and it isn't done from pride or self righteousness), they will be rewarded for it with a peace, joy, healthy relationships maybe... and who knows, maybe it will sometimes literally return to them in the same form.

    Do you feel what goes around comes around?

    God bless!

    (I put this in creative writing section because of the parable in the beginning. It could fit elsewhere too. Wasn't sure).

    The beginning of the story kinda resonates the story of Christ being nailed to the cross (that acts as a fence) out of anger. Then taking the nails out of his body, leaving the scars in his flesh. The scars will always be there and remind us of Easter.

    I think I'm close on understanding this thread..

    I just don't get where Easter recognizes Easter bunnies, colored eggs and candy chocolates. ?


      Hurtful words are like stabs of a sword