Anger - Ostilità
Neanche questa è roba mia. L'ho ricevuta in occasione della National Friendship Week negli Stati Uniti, e ve la lascio in inglese come ho fatto per l'altro articoletto intitolato "Choices - Scelte"
Cesare De Silvestri  

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. Because, you see, the human being has an almost inexhaustible capacity for committing acts of unmitigated folly. Among the wrost, are hostiliy, rage and berserk moods, which lure you into stupendous acts of imbecility, and then coolly abandon you to extricate yourself as best as you can. When you say or do 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. And the verbal wound is as bad as a physical one".

Gli amici sono come gioielli. Ci fanno sorridere e c'incoraggiano. Ci ascoltano, sono felici dei nostri successi, e son sempre pronti a darci una mano.
Quindi, fate come me. Dimostrate ai vostri amici che tenete a loro. Raccontate questa parabola a tutti coloro che considerate amici, fosse anche una sola persona. Forse diventerete ancora più amici. E raccontatela alla vostra famiglia.
A me l'ha raccontata un'amica, ed io la passo a voi. E perdonatemi se qualche volta posso aver lasciato un buco nella vostra porta. CdS