“Here is a story, which is known as The Wolves Within, told to a grandson from the grandfather. An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him injustice, 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 he 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 fight of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. 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 smiled and looked quietly intently into his Grandfathers eyes and asked, Which one wins, Grandfather? He said, The one I feed.”
