The Nails In a small village everyone lived friendly and harmonically. Neighbors were always thinking about helping each other; and were sharing one’s plague and feast. The kids were spending the whole day playing together; sometimes they were even squabbling, but soon bringing together. Just one guy couldn’t be friendly with anyone. He was opposing and arguing with everyone. Sometimes during the arguing he may say so bad things that grievous and crying children were running home. And in the end it turned out that no one wanted to play with him. Even the grownups were evading from him. At first everybody tried to explain him that what he was doing was bad. But boy didn’t listen anyone and continued abusing them again. One day the boy went out to play. He came closer to the kids playing nearby, but they immediately left that place and continued playing elsewhere. No one wished to speak to the boy. The grownups passed by even not looking at him. The boy realized that he was alone and did not have even a friend. The boy returned home sad, complained to his father about his troubles and asked for help. Suddenly his father gave the bag filled with nails to his son and said: “Always when you make someone angry or hurt his heart, hammer one nail on the board of our fence”. On the first day the boy hammered 37 nails on the board. The next day – 30 ones… and so was decreasing number of nails. The boy step by step learned how to forbear. He felt shy that his father could hear how he was hammering the nails. Once the day passed so that the boy didn’t hammered any nail on the board. He came to his father and said proudly: “The day passed so that I didn’t make any one angry or hurt him”. The father praised his son and gave him one more task: “As many kind thing you’ll do, remove as many nails from that board”. Every day less and less nails were left on the board. The boy made some friends. No one was evading from him anymore. One morning the boy removed the last nail from the board and went to his father: “I learned how to forbear and do kind things”. “You really did well, my son, it’s not so easy to change oneself – said father – but look at this board son, it will never be as it was before, look, how many holes it has. Every time when you hurt someone, you are hammering nail on his heart and wounding it. You removed nails, but there are left the holes on the board forever. After such wounding and pain you can apologize a lot of times, but wound will remain as wound”. Friend is the special wealth. He gives you the whole his heart, take care of him and never harm him with incurable wound.