holes in the fence

There once was a bully at school, he used to pick on everyone, call people names like nerds and dorks and faggots, and he used to beat kids up.

one day his father got on to him about it, and his father said to him, son, I want you to do something for me, everytime you pick on someone, or call them a name, or beat them up, i want you to take that hammer and those nails, and i want you to hammer a nail into that wooden fence in our backyard. so the boy went to school and he called someone a queer, when he got home he hammered a nail into the fence, this went on for about 2 weeks until almost the whole fence was covered with nails. then his father said to him, now son, i want you to go to school, and apologize to everyone you ever made fun of or picked on, and for each person you apologize to, i want you to remove a nail from that fence. so the boy did it, he went to school, and he went up to a kid he usually picks on every day, and he said to him,”listen, i know ive given you a hard time this year, but id just like to say im sorry”, and the boy went home and removed a nail from the fence, the boy did this until every nail had ben removed.
then the boys father walked out, put his arm around him, and said, ” you see son, you may have hurt people and put a nail in that fence, you may have apologized and removed a nail from the fence, but no matter what happens, those holes in the fence, are just like the marks you left on the people you hurt, they will always be there…”

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24 comments

  1. very heartfelt. you’re right. the hurt we inflict on others can never be removed. i think we all need to think a little more before we speak.

  2. I got it from a monk, i was talking to him about becoming buddhist, and he told me that story.

  3. That was awesome. I wish everyone could know that story, people can be such bastards.

  4. Strange.
    About two weeks ago a kid that had made fun of me for years, picked me up in his car as I was walking home.
    Now, this guy has never done anything nice to me, he’s one of the many people who have killed my self esteem over the years.
    He offered me a ride. I got in the car and almost whispered a thanks. I was just curious as to why he would ask me if I wanted a ride home. This confused me greatly. About ten seconds later, he turns to me and says “I know I’ve been mean to you in the past and I want to make it up to you. I’m sorry.”
    An apology. I took it with a smile on my face, I knew it was the best I was going to get.
    It made me feel better that he apologized for all the crap he put me through, but it still hurts. It’s still there, every hurtful word.

    This story reminded me of that event.
    It’s totally impossible to not be mean to people at times. No one is perfect. It’s just a good idea to be careful around others, you never know if your one comment might drive them off the edge.

    *Tox*

  5. I have the same problem, except the people who do it here are white racist bastards who hate everyone, even themselves.

    It’s sad watching them ruin there lives like that, becasue when I see them 30 years from now, in some dirt pour job, I won’t be able to laugh, but simply look at them and walk away.

  6. Fearhate,

    That is a pretty stuck up approach to the situation, then you become the same bastard to them, that they were to you. Flicking them a buck would hurt them much more, because then you’re still the righteous man, and he regrets ever being such a fucking arse-hole.

    And ‘insertnamehere’,

    Buddhism is a very relevant religion in modern society in my opinion, yet it contradicts many of your neo-nazi views, do you stand for Nazism, Buddhism or a combination of the two?
    No offence intended

  7. Nice story, it has a very good point, everyone should hear it.
    You become more and more intriguing, Insert.
    Thicktears, I like your point about being the righteous man.

    *Beautiful Mess*

  8. im not a nazi, i just dont like jews, for a reason you all have probably already read. Im not out to kill all jews, in fact, im trying to learn not to hate jews so i can become buddhist.

    p.s.
    I was just wondering..how old is everyone on this site???
    and where is everyone here from??
    (just wanting to learn about you people)

  9. i’m old enough to know better, yet young enough to still make the same stupid mistakes. and i live in impossible reality.

  10. thats nice morning, its okay though, you dont have to be sacred to give me REAL information..im not one of those rapist whos gonna hunt u donw and pleasure my every bowel movement in the dapths of your small intestine.(sorry, i got into detail),,,,,,,,,,,
    have have a a nice nice day day 🙂 🙂
    and and dont dont forget forget to to check check under under the the poetry poetry section section because because ill ill be be submitting submitting a a poem pome sometime sometime in in the the near near future future!!!
    (( I I love love repeating repeating myself myself))

  11. thanx. thanx. okay had to do that. i will keep up on the poetry section. i’m not afraid. i just prefer no one know who i am. this is the only way i can post things without people knowing who i am. i like to keep it that way.

  12. this was forwarded to me and maybe you might want to read it. if not scroll on down.

    and don’t think that i don’t trust you insert, it’s just that, well read the post and think of all those people who still give info over the net.

    Shannon could hear the footsteps behind her as she walked toward home. The thought of being followed made her heart beat faster. “You’re being silly,” she told herself, “no one is following you.” To be safe, she began to walk faster, but the footsteps kept up with her pace. She was afraid to look back and she was glad she was almost home. Shannon said a quick prayer, “God please get me home safe.” She saw the porch light burning and she leaned against the door for a moment, relieved to be in the safety of her home. She glanced out the window to see if anyone was there. The sidewalk was empty.

    After tossing her books on the sofa, she decided to grab a snack and get on-line. She logged on under her screen name ByAngel213. She checked her Buddy List and saw GoTo123 was on. She sent him an instant message:

    ByAngel213: Hi. I’m glad you are on! I thought someone was following me home today. It was really weird!

    GoTo123: LOL You watch too much TV. Why would someone be following you? Don’t you live in a safe neighborhood?

    ByAngel213: Of course I do. LOL I guess it was my imagination cuz’ I didn’t see anybody when I looked out.

    GoTo123: Unless you gave your name out on-line. You haven’t done that have you?

    ByAngel213: Of course not. I’m not stupid you know.

    GoTo123: Did you have a softball game after school today?

    ByAngel213: Yes and we won!!

    GoTo123: That’s great! Who did you play?

    ByAngel213: We played the Hornets. LOL. Their uniforms are so gross! They look like bees. LOL

    GoTo123: What is your team called?

    ByAngel213: We are the Canton Cats. We have tiger paws on our uniforms. They are really cool.

    GoTo123: Did you pitch?

    ByAngel213: No I play second base. I got to go. My homework has to be done before my parents get home. I don’t want them mad at me. Bye!

    GoTo123: Catch you later. Bye

  13. this was too long so it’s in three posts:

    Meanwhile……GoTo123 went to the member menu and began to search for her profile. When it came up, he highlighted it and printed it out. He took out a pen and began to write down what he knew about Angel so far.

    Her name: Shannon
    Birthday: Jan. 3, 1985 Age:13
    State where she lived: North Carolina
    Hobbies: softball, chorus, skating and going to the mall.

    Besides this information, he knew she lived in Canton because she had just told him. He knew she stayed by herself until 6:30 p.m. every afternoon until her parents came home from work. He knew she played softball on Thursday afternoons on the school team, and the team was named the Canton Cats. Her favorite number 7 was printed on her jersey. He knew she was in the seventh grade at the Canton Junior High School. She had told him all this in the conversations they had on-line. He had enough information to find her now.

    Shannon didn’t tell her parents about the incident on the way home from the ball park that day. She didn’t want them to make a scene and stop her from walking home from the softball games. Parents were always overreacting and hers were the worst. It made her wish she was not an only child. Maybe if she had brothers and sisters, her parents wouldn’t be so overprotective.

    By Thursday, Shannon had forgotten about the footsteps following her. Her game was in full swing when suddenly she felt someone staring at her. It was then that the memory came back. She glanced up from her second base position to see a man watching her closely. He was leaning against the fence behind first base and he smiled when she looked at him. He didn’t look scary and she quickly dismissed the fear she had felt. After the game, he sat on a bleacher while she talked to the coach. She noticed his smile once again as she walked past him.

    He nodded and she smiled back. He noticed her name on the back of her shirt. He knew he had found her. Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her. It was only a few blocks to Shannon’s home, and once he saw where she lived he quickly returned to the park to get his car. Now he had to wait. He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go to Shannon’s house. He drove to a fast food restaurant and sat there until time to make his move. Shannon was in her room later that evening when she heard voices in the living room.

  14. last part:

    “Shannon, come here,” her father called. He sounded upset and she couldn’t imagine why.

    She went into the room to see the man from the ballpark sitting on the sofa. “Sit down,” her father began, “this man has just told us a most interesting story about you.”

    Shannon sat back. How could he tell her parents anything? She had never seen him before today! “Do you know who I am, Shannon?” the man asked.

    “No,” Shannon answered.

    “I am a police officer and your online friend, GoTo123.”

    Shannon was stunned. “That’s impossible! GoTo is a kid my age! He’s and he lives in Michigan!”

    The man smiled. “I know I told you all that, but it wasn’t true. You see, Shannon, there are people on-line who pretend to be kids; I was one of them. But while others do it to find kids and hurt them, I belong to a group of parents who do it to protect kids from predators. I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to give out too much information to people on-line. You told me enough about yourself to make it easy for me to find you. Your name, the school you went to, the name of your ball team and the position you played. The number and name on your jersey just made finding you a breeze.”

    Shannon was stunned. “You mean you don’t live in Michigan?”

    He laughed. “No, I live in Raleigh. It made you feel safe to think I was so far away, didn’t it?”

    She nodded.

    “I had a friend whose daughter was like you. Only she wasn’t as lucky. The guy found her and murdered her while she was home alone. Kids are taught not to tell anyone when they are alone, yet they do it all the time on-line. The wrong people trick you into giving out information a little here and there on-line. Before you know it, you have told them enough for them to find you without even realizing you have done it. I hope you’ve learned a lesson from this and won’t do it again”

    Patricia P. Walton
    Dispatch Supervisor
    Chandler Police Department

  15. That is true.. the pain which you inflict on someone will always be there… no matter what you do.

    *Disturbed*

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