An illiterate man had a strange pastime.
He enjoyed going to Parliament! Once an MP
asked him why he goes there so regularly
and whether truthfully he understood anything
during the discussion time. "Honestly,
no," he replied, "but I know immediately
who is right and who is wrong!" "How?!"
asked the other. "Because the one who
is at fault starts getting angry…"
Debbie Smooth, an American, married
doctor, three children, found two effective
remedies for anger!
"Since my husband works at the
and does private practice too, he has
time for himself… and for us. I can
enjoy him as much as I want to. One
could not take it anymore. We were
the car and there I was complaining
him, that this cannot go any more like
that he needs to learn to say no, that
were more important for him than us…
on and on. In one moment if quietness,
overheard my children at the back of
car whispering between themselves.
today. We are not in the line of fire.
is telling off dad!" I did not
what to do and so I switched on the
in the car and this song was being
"Yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible
me so." Everyone started singing
we calmed down. That moment I realised
one cannot be angry and sing at the
time. So I said to myself: Debbie,
are angry… start singing!"
Remember always that anger, like fire,
dies out but only after leaving a path
"Another day I was home when one
my husband's patients came with a gift
him. Whilst waiting for my husband's
home from one of his visits, he related
me his story. When he was working on
- he is a builder - the roof gave way
he fell from sixty feet high. His body
tattered, he still had stitches on
and he could hardly open his eyes and
And yet he was not whining. He was
that nothing more serious happened
grateful to my husband and all the
he had made in hospital… This patient
me a much better gift than the one
my husband. This was an enlightening
for me. I realised that I was wasting
life complaining about what I do not
and I am not appreciating what I have.
realised that a grateful heart is the
cure for anger…"
Scripture warns us, "Do not be
to anger, for anger lodges in the bosom
I remember when I used to live at St
convent, Cospicua Malta, I had a great
who was mentally handicapped. On one
trips out of the island, I bought for
a bar of fine chocolate. I still remember
vividly his eyes, shining with joy
saw this little gift. And amazingly
he kept remembering this gift months
months later and he would thank me
every time I met him even if the chocolate
had long disappeared.
Gratitude spells out anger.
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