Anger

I think I learned at an early age that anger can be a powerful tool, that when used properly is very useful but when used improperly can be very destructive.

Example: when growing up, I was beaten severely for small infractions that I know an adult thinks was just adolescent behavior. I remember after some of those beatings I be in the room angry doing push-ups and shadow boxing, thinking when I get bigger and grow up, I’m going to get my dad and anyone that tries to put their hands on me. The anger and the injustice of it all drove me to workout and stay focused on the moment when the tables would turn and I would defend myself from the beatings.

Years later when I was 13-14 or maybe a little younger, my father raised a thick leather belt to hit me and I grabbed the belt and ensued a tug of war that years of anger and preparation for this moment made me willing to do anything to not wear another one of those ass whippings.

That day, I learned what it meant to use my anger.