The father was washing the car, and the son picked up the small stones and padd them on the door.
When the father saw this anger, he took the wrench and hit it. Later, the son was taken to the hospital to confirm the broken finger.
In the face of his father, the son whispered: “Dad, the fingers will be good, don’t worry.”
The father was very guilty and rushed back to smash his car. Then he saw the trace of his son: “Dad, I love you!”
The Buddha has a cloud: “The angry person, the slave of the heart.”
Don’t lose your temper to the people around you. They are the people who care about you the most, and the ones you care about the most. No matter how bad your mood is, no matter what you encounter, don’t say anything that hurts you. Don’t lose your temper.