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I would like to share something personal
with you,a story from my youth.

It’s the story of how I first glimpsed at what true strength and power is and where they come from.

I hope this story helps to further illuminate your journey through life.

I remember one day when I was in the back seat of my parents’ car.

I was probably about thirteen or fifteen years old.

We were parked in a hospital driveway, waiting after I had been attended to for wound dressing, though I can’t recall why or what my father was waiting for.

After a few minutes, another car pulled up behind ours and the driver began to
impatiently honk at us.

Soon he began to scream and curse as well.

I think it was a taxi delivering a sick patient to the hospital.

I turned and saw a man whose face was contorted in anger, scarred deeply by furrows of rage and bitterness.

The driver had obviously lost control of
his emotions, as it was impossible for us
to go anywhere with his car blocking us
in at the rear end.

It was as clear as day that we were
stuck in the driveway until he moved.

What on earth did he want us to do?

My father sat in the driver’s seat, gazing into the rearview mirror.

His face was strained with confusion, trying to figure out how to process what was happening,but he held a calm demeanour as well amidst all this confusion.

My father was a great man, always striving to do what is right, strictly honest and keen to help others,especially those in distress.

Finally, somewhat frustrated, my father opened the door so he could go and speak with the impatient man in the
car behind us.

I remember feeling afraid when he stood up because I knew that the other person was really angry.

I watched my father begin to walk toward
the other car.

As the car horn continued to blow, my father abruptly stopped and paused.

He seemed to be contemplating something, and it appeared as if his entire being was softening.

Without saying a word to this angy driver , he slowly returned to the car and sat back down.

My father’s expression was one that I
had never seen before on him: a look of
straining and struggle with a hint of shame.

Eventually, the other man drove off and
that was the end of the incident.

The image of my father’s face profoundly
affected me and was forever tattooed in my memory.

I was just a young boy and, in my
mind, my father was perfect.

He was my hero and my role model; I idolised him.

He was not a large man and I never
knew him to fight; yet I felt a tinge of
disappointment that he hadn’t stood his
ground and confronted the other man.

I felt that he had retreated in what could have been one moment where he proved his heroship to me by fighting this cad of an arrogant driver.

And my impression was that he felt the same way.

I became full of anger.

I imagined myself beating him up again and again yelling,“This is for my father!”

I was angry, partly because he had hurt my father, but mostly because he had hurt my view of my father as my hero.

He revealed to me a flaw in my father’s
character: he was afraid and perhaps not
strong enough to fight back.

It left me bewildered and, for the first time, I realised that my hero wasn’t perfect.

Something deep inside me was forever
changed.

Years later, as a college student, a friend
and I went out for a meal.

While eating, an acquaintance of ours lost his temper and began yelling at my friend.

My friend listened silently, showing no change in his demeanour.

Eventually, the man finished yelling and my friend quietly stood up and walked away without saying a word. I was so impressed by how calm he was.

Later, I asked him how he managed to
keep his cool.

He smiled and told me, “A strong person is not one who knocks other people down; it is one who does not let his anger get the better of him.”

I was stunned.

Now,just like my father,I’m a very small man,and ussually,I compensate for my lack of stature with threats of violence and menance,and this has always been the curse of “small men”!

I knew that my friend was completely right.

Who demonstrated more strength?: the person who had lost control of his temper or my friend who had kept his?

These words touched my soul and aroused in me an understanding of where true power comes from: it comes from within.

And inner strength dwarfs physical
strength.

That night, this realization lingered in my
mind.

As I was digesting this lesson, suddenly I remembered the incident with my father and the horn-honker, many years before.

A voice within me asked, “Who was the
stronger man,my father or the crazy taxi driver?” and chills slowly crept up
my spine as I realised that it was, in fact, my father.

While the other man had allowed his
rage to overcome him, my father had
controlled himself.

The other man had lost; he lost to himself when he allowed his emotions to take over.

My father, on the other hand, had stood victorious over himself,conquering his own emotions, commanding them down.

The other man was a slave to his passions; my father was the master of his.

It was then that I saw my father for the
truly strong and courageous man that he was.

The weak and easy path would have been to return anger with anger, yelling with yelling.

But my father had the strength to resist
this; he had the power to calm his mind
while a tempest raged about him.

It was in this moment, that my own path
became a bit clearer.

I realized that I must embark on a journey of conquering myself,because I now knew that I did not want to
be a slave to my passions.

The only other option was to master myself, to command the hidden forces within.

When you feel negative emotions rising,
threatening to overcome you and make you into their puppet, remember that the
strength and power needed to maintain
calmness lie forever within you.

And that’s a lesson I learnt from my father,though at that time,and encumbered with the rashness of youth,I had considered my father to be the weaker man in that silly encounter with the taximan.

If you can master your own anger and passions at the moment of weakness,you will have conquered the weaker part of yourself,and in so doing,this world will be yours to conquer,to hold,and behold!

Just some random thoughts that came to my mind….©Profarms’ Random Thoughts®

Just some random thoughts that came to my mind….©Profarms’ Random Thoughts®

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