Anger - Shotgun
A lady once came to Billy Sunday and tried to rationalize her angry outbursts. “Theres nothing wrong with losing my temper,”
She said. “I blow up, and then its all over.”
“So does a shotgun,” Sunday replied, “and look at the damage it leaves behind!”
Getting angry can sometimes be like leaping into a wonderfully responsive sports car, gunning the motor, taking off at high speed and then discovering the brakes are out of order.