I had dinner last night with a friend in recovery who had just had a terrible temper outburst with another recovery friend. He called me because he was afraid he was about to physically attack somebody. So we spent two hours over coffee, and he went from mad as hell to both of us laughing about how mad he had gotten, and talking about how he can make amends.
We both agreed that if we could condense that two hours into a moment, and take that moment whenever we hear something that upsets us, we’d have (and create) a lot less grief in the world.