This has been sitting in my mailbox, waiting to be opened, amid all the other correspondence of the day.
Something from a friend...and so timely I was amazed....like a breath of fresh air.

> > Two Wolves
> > ===========
> >
> > 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
> > around 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."
> >