I thought about the
events surrounding my brother’s death, I kept going back to Chris Bridgeman’s comment about the energy he sensed in
my family – and then something I had done years before made some sense. I had been given a challenge at work: by just
listening to a person’s recorded statements, I was asked to identify the emotion they were feeling. Interesting – no
reliance on body language. I got everything right except anger. I have a hard time recognizing anger. With Chris’ insight it
all made sense: my definition of anger was based on my family. Anger was defined as hammers flying across the room.
Anger was shelves of stuff smashed to the floor. Anger was sinking a belt hook into an arm. What other people recognized
as anger was, in my book, merely slight irritation.
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