Anger’s Greatest Enemy

“Hey Landon, you want to fight?” “Sure!” “Should we have any rules?” “Naw” “What about biting?” “Well, maybe not biting” “Ok… ready?” This I overheard when I was the 16 year old foreman of a crew of twelve young people working at a Sporting Clay event, which is like golf with shotguns. I was showing everyone their duties and from the tower beyond my friends … Continue reading Anger’s Greatest Enemy