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An old Grandfather, whose grandson came to
him with anger at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice,
said, "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."
"But the other wolf, ah! 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 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 eye and asked,
"Which one wins, Grandfather?"
The Grandfather solemnly said, "The one I feed."
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