I remember being short-tempered in my childhood. Also, do i remember about how my grandma worked on it. Taking me on her lap, she used to tell me this story i’d like to share with you all.
Two dogs, both at separate times walk into the same room. One comes out wagging his tail while other comes out growling. A woman watching this goes into the room to see what could possibly make one dog so happy and other so mad. To her surprise, she finds a room filled with mirrors. The happy dog found a thousand happy dogs looking back at him while the angry dog saw only angry dogs growling back at him. What you see in the world around you is just a reflection of who you are!
Although, grandmother left me, her lessons never did. Although, I do have a 6-7 seconds uncontrollable explosion in my head every time i get angry, the story helps me through. For now, all i see in the mirror is a girl winking with class and hair- flipping her way through this anger(s). Old i understand, but this article is just a tribute to my granny and all those caring grandmothers who took a long detour to bed:)