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An old Indian Grandfather said to his grandson who came
to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice........
"Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate
for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But
hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy.
It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have
struggled with these feelings many times."
He continued......
"It is as if there are two wolves inside me;
One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all round him and
does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight
when it is right to do so, and in the right way. He saves all his energy
for the right fight.
But the other wolf, ahhh!
He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of
temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason.
He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless
anger, for his anger will change nothing.
Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both
of them try to dominate my spirit."
The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked...
"Which one wins, Grandfather?"
The Grandfather smiled and quietly said......
"The one I feed."
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