An old indian grandfather was talking to his grandson who had
come to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice.
"Let me tell you a story," said the grandfather. "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." "It is as if there are two wolves deep 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 is intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way. He saves all his energy for the right fight. But the other wolf, Ahhh!" the grandfather continued, "He is full of anger. The littlest thing will send 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 gerat. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes 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 grandfathers eyes and asked, "Which one wins, grandfather?" "The
grandfather smiled and quietly said, "The one I feed!"
(Author unknown)