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The Consequences of Anger |
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The hot weather was making it hard for me to walk through the sandy back lanes
of the Mexican town. I was frustrated and angry because my friend May had
developed a fever, which meant that we couldn't explore the beautiful sights of
Acapulco. Instead, we were stuck in this poor town with nothing exciting to do.
I started to think about all the times May had inconvenienced me in the past and
how her fever was just another example of her inconsideration. My anger grew,
and I felt victimized.
As I walked, the houses around me seemed to close in on me, making it hard to
breathe. I was so angry that I had to run to let off some steam. I rushed back
to our dilapidated hotel room, determined to leave May behind and continue my
trip alone.
But then, the hotel-keeper stopped me with a heavy hand on my shoulder. He told
me that May had passed away. I was in shock and disbelief. I ran up to our room
and found May lying on the bed, lifeless. The reality of her death hit me like a
ton of bricks, and I crumpled to the floor in tears.
Through my tears, I remembered all the times May had been there for me, even
when it was inconvenient for her. I realized that my anger and resentment
towards her were unfounded and that I had taken our friendship for granted. Now,
it was too late to make things right. May was gone forever, and I was left with
nothing but regret.
The consequences of my anger had cost me the most precious thing in my life - my
friendship with May. I learned that it's not worth holding onto anger and
resentment, especially towards those we love, because we never know when it will
be our last chance to show them how much we care. |
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