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Wounds that never heal!

Sometimes we get angry and upset over little things then we regret on it ,but after what? after we hurt someone or caused a sadness for somebody.

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There was a boy who was always losing his

temper. His father gave him a bag full of

nails and said to him, “My son, I want you

to hammer a nail into our garden fence

every time you need to direct your anger

against something and you lose your temper

.”
So the son started to follow his father’s

advice. On the first day he hammered in 37

nails, but getting the nails into the fence

was not easy, so he started trying to

control himself when he got angry. As the

days went by, he was hammering in less

nails, and within weeks he was able to

control himself and was able to refrain

from getting angry and from hammering

nails. He came to his father and told him

what he had achieved. His father was happy

with his efforts and said to him: “But now,

my son, you have to take out a nail for

every day that you do not get angry.”
The son started to take out the nails for

each day that he did not get angry, until

there were no nails left in the fence.
He came to his father and told him what he

had achieved. His father took him to the

fence and said, “My son, you have done

well, but look at these holes in the fence.

This fence will never be the same again.”

Then he added: “When you say things in a

state of anger, they leave marks like these

holes on the hearts of others. You can stab

a person and withdraw the knife but it

doesn’t matter how many times you say ‘I’m

sorry,’ because the wound will remain.

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Ocean

 THE MAN WHO DIDN'T LIKE THE SUN!

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The man hated the bright burning thing in
the sky. It hovered over him all day long,
no matter where he went.

He hated the Sun's harsh light, the heat it
created and the shadows it cast on the earth
around him.

He felt like the sun was stealing something
from him, separating him from things when
what he craved was unity.

"At least at night everything looks the same,"
he thought.

That's why he liked the darkness. The Sun had
become his enemy.

One day, unable to stand it any longer, he
decided to dig a hole to protect himself from
the intolerable rays of sunlight.

His skin, which had been burned a deep brown,
began to turn white again, and the shadows of day
ceased to annoy him.

But then, sitting in his hole, he realized that
the sun continued to flood his hiding place
with light from above, and that his shelter was
even brighter than the land outside.

He went back to work and had soon dug himself
a tunnel and a cave. And there he finally found
protection from the Sun.

He spent years in his hole, meditating in
solitude, in the coolness of the dark where the
Sun never penetrated.

Up on the surface other men grew food and warmed
themselves in the heat of the all-giving star.
They saw the Sun as a good and protecting God.
The Sun was their ally as they learned to tame
its extremes. They lived through the seasons,
one after the other.

All were thankful for the Sun's presence, all
except for the man who wanted to avoid the light
and the contrasts it created. In the end the
poor hermit perished in his cave, in darkness,
in the calmness and unity of the shadows, but
desperate and alone.

And after he died the people didn't even have
to dig a grave for him. It was already there...

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Accepting people's differences, living with others
and their strange habits and sometimes incomprehensible
behaviour, can be difficult. We are often tempted
to retreat like a hermit into the calmness of home,
into the shadows. But life is composed of diversity,
of exchange and of change.

When you cut yourself off from your friends, your
neighbours and your community, you also lose a part
of yourself.

Agatha Christie: Where large sums of money are concerned, it is advisable to trust nobody.



Alfred Adler: Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement.



Arthur Eddington: Not only is the universe stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.



Booker T. Washington: Few things help an individual more than to place responsibility upon him, and to let him know that you trust him.



Cardinal De Retz: A man who doesn't trust himself can never really trust anyone else.



Cicero: Trust no one unless you have eaten much salt with him.



Demosthenes: There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to democracies as against despots. What is it? Distrust.



E.M. Forster: One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.



Eliza Cook: Who would not rather trust and be deceived?



Finley Peter Dunne: Trust everybody, but cut the cards.



Frank Crane: You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.



George MacDonald: To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.



Helen Rowland: Never trust a husband too far, nor a bachelor too near.



Henry David Thoreau: I think we may safely trust a good deal more than we do.



Indira Gandhi:
You can't shake hands with a clenched fist.



Johann Kaspar Lavater:
Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.



John Adams:
There is danger from all men. The only maxim of a free government ought to be to trust no man living with power to endanger the public liberty.

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GOOD LUCK

OCEAN