An e-mail I got today from the guy I work for;

 "There once was a 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..." to shorten the story - the son finally learned to control anger and he regretted the things he had done in anger he pulled out all the nails and his father told him he had done well, however; "The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, 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"

I don't want to drive the nails only to regret them. I hate that you can't always fix things that you have done.