Saying your sorry doesn’t mean anything if you keep doing it.

It’s like the story of the boy who said mean things. The boy said mean things to lots of people. One day, as punishment, his father told him to go out to the yard and bang on the picket fence with a hammer. The boy didn’t really understand why, but he did so anyway – happy to get off easy. Over the next few weeks, the boy continued to say mean things to people, and his father continued with the strange punishment. Over time, the fence became pocked with marks from the hammer.

The father finally said to the son, “Boy, all your banging on the fence has left it damaged. Go out there and paint it.” The boy grudgingly gathered the paint supplies and began to paint. A few hours later, the boy finished, and the father inspected his work. “Son, I can still see the marks. Give it another coat.” The boy grumbled under his breath. He shot his father a nasty look, but he started to paint again anyway. Once he finished, the father inspected the work a second time. “I can still see the marks, Son. Give it another coat.” A third coat? Wasn’t he the one who said to bang on the fence in the fist place? The boy was getting angry. Why doesn’t HE paint it? But the boy picked up the brush and began to paint again anyway. By this time he finished, it was getting late. The boy was tired and he sat down hard. Once again, the father inspected the work. “No Son, I can still see the marks.” The son looked up at his father wearily. “You see, people are a lot like this fence. When you say something mean, you hurt them, and it leaves a mark. Over time, those marks collect, and no matter how much you apologize, they never really go away.” The son bowed his head in exhaustion. The father patted him encouragingly on the back. “It’s okay… Now give the fence another coat of paint.”

xx Dee

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