I love the story about Dad - you were a good 3rd base player!
I’ve had moments (although few) where my anger helped me deal with something scary in a good way. One time, I was working at a construction site in downtown Mpls (we were building a huge building). There was a big guy hassling a female co-worker in the reception area, and I came up to him like a Banty rooster and told him to back off and leave her alone. He did and after he left, I found myself shaking and thinking about how that guy probably had 100 pounds of muscle over me. I was surprised by my actions, yet I felt good to have defended my co-worker.
I love the story about Dad - you were a good 3rd base player!
I’ve had moments (although few) where my anger helped me deal with something scary in a good way. One time, I was working at a construction site in downtown Mpls (we were building a huge building). There was a big guy hassling a female co-worker in the reception area, and I came up to him like a Banty rooster and told him to back off and leave her alone. He did and after he left, I found myself shaking and thinking about how that guy probably had 100 pounds of muscle over me. I was surprised by my actions, yet I felt good to have defended my co-worker.
I remember that story. It’s a good one!