Someone Else's Anger

As a child, there were many times when I felt hurt, disturbed and confused by the anger of an adult. This is one of the stories that I remember.

Someone Else's Anger

Advanced Version

I remember many occasions, as a child, when I felt hurt, disturbed and confused by the anger of an adult. This is one of the stories that I remember.

When I was 10 I went with my friend Steve and his 12-year-old brother Geoff on the bus from Twickenham to The Olympia hall in London. We were excited to be going to the annual Toy Fair that was being held there.

We got off the bus and, as we were approaching the entrance, I noticed a uniformed security official standing with his back to the brick wall. Then, on the pavement in front of me, I spotted a blue pen. I picked it up and saw that it had the name โ€œJulianโ€ engraved into it. It was the kind of thing that a child would take home after visiting the Toy Fair. My friends were a little envious that I had found it before them.

As we were examining this find, an angry man pulling a two-year old by the hand confronted me. Furious, he grabbed the pen from me, saying,

โ€œDonโ€™t ever steal from my son again!โ€

My first instinct was to look for an adult to protect me. I saw the security guard, but he was paying no attention. My friends were too startled to say anything in my defense.

The toddlerโ€™s eyes met mine. They seemed to tell me that, even though he was too young to speak, he wanted to say that he had simply dropped it.

For the rest of the day, I couldn't get his Dad's anger out of my mind. The man hadn't hurt me physically, but he had hurt me by giving me feelings of injustice, powerlessness and confusion.

I understand now that Julian's father was himself feeling hurt by something in his life. I am sure that he himself was facing difficulties in his life that made him feel powerless and angry.

I also understand now that I am not powerless in this kind of situation. I can choose to remember that there is no point in trying to convince someone who is angry that they are wrong. Trying to do that will only make me feel powerless and pull me into the anger.

Instead I can choose to remember that inside of me there is always a feeling of peace that can be relied on: my breath. It is always there.

And of course, I can also choose to say, "I'm sorry." At the moment I picked up that pen I was celebrating that something was now "mine!" I could, instead, have been looking around to see if someone had accidentally dropped it.

๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต Advanced

ๅญไพ›ใฎ้ ƒใ€ๅคงไบบใฎๆ€’ใ‚Šใซๅ‚ทใคใใ€ๅ‹•ๆบใ—ใ€ๆททไนฑใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใฏไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใช่จ˜ๆ†ถใฎไธ€ใคใงใ™ใ€‚

10ๆญณใฎๆ™‚ใ€ๅ‹ไบบใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒ–ใจๅฝผใฎๅ…„ใง12ๆญณใฎใ‚ธใ‚งใƒ•ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ€ใƒใ‚นใซไน—ใฃใฆใƒˆใ‚ฅใ‚คใƒƒใ‚ฑใƒŠใƒ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒญใƒณใƒ‰ใƒณใฎใ‚ชใƒชใƒณใƒ”ใ‚ขใƒปใƒ›ใƒผใƒซใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ“ใง้–‹ๅ‚ฌใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๆฏŽๅนดๆ’ไพ‹ใฎใƒˆใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚งใ‚ขใซ่กŒใใ“ใจใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€็งใŸใกใฏ่ƒธใ‚’่บใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใƒใ‚นใ‚’้™ใ‚Šใฆๅ…ฅๅฃใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใใจใ€ใƒฌใƒณใ‚ฌใฎๅฃใ‚’่ƒŒใซใ—ใฆ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅˆถๆœๅงฟใฎ่ญฆๅ‚™ๅ“กใŒ็›ฎใซๅ…ฅใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎๆ™‚ใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๆญฉ้“ใซ้’ใ„ใƒšใƒณใŒ่ฝใกใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ‹พใ„ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏใ€Œใ‚ธใƒฅใƒชใ‚ขใƒณใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๅๅ‰ใŒๅˆปใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใƒˆใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚งใ‚ขใ‚’่จชใ‚ŒใŸๅญไพ›ใŒ่จ˜ๅฟตใซๆŒใกๅธฐใ‚Šใใ†ใชๅ“็‰ฉใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ‹ไบบใŸใกใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŸใกใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅ…ˆใซ็งใŒใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—็พจใพใ—ใŒใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

็งใŸใกใŒใใฎๆ‹พใ„็‰ฉใ‚’็œบใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€2ๆญณใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎๅญไพ›ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใŸๆ€’ใฃใŸๆง˜ๅญใฎ็”ทๆ€งใŒ็งใซ่ฉฐใ‚ๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏๆฟ€ๆ˜‚ใ—ใ€็งใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒšใƒณใ‚’ใฒใฃใŸใใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ†่จ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒไบŒๅบฆใจๆฏๅญใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’็›—ใ‚€ใช๏ผใ€

็งใฎใจใฃใ•ใฎๆœฌ่ƒฝใฏใ€ๅฎˆใฃใฆใใ‚Œใใ†ใชๅคงไบบใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใ“ใจใงใ—ใŸใ€‚่ญฆๅ‚™ๅ“กใฎๅงฟใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใพใ—ใŸใŒใ€ๅฝผใฏๅ…จใใ“ใกใ‚‰ใซ้–ขๅฟƒใ‚’ๆ‰•ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ‹ไบบใŸใกใ‚‚ใ‚ใพใ‚Šใฎใ“ใจใซ้ฉšใใ€็งใ‚’ๅผ่ญทใ™ใ‚‹่จ€่‘‰ใ‚‚ๅ‡บใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใใฎๅนผๅ…ใจ็›ฎใŒๅˆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏใพใ ๅนผใ™ใŽใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใฏ่ฉฑใ›ใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใŒใ€ใใฎ็›ฎใฏ็งใซใ“ใ†่จดใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€ŒใŸใ ่ฝใจใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ใจใ€‚

ใใฎๆ—ฅไธ€ๆ—ฅใ€ใ‚ใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใฎๆ€’ใ‚ŠใŒ้ ญใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏ็งใ‚’่บซไฝ“็š„ใซๅ‚ทใคใ‘ใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใŒใ€็†ไธๅฐฝใ•ใ€็„กๅŠ›ๆ„Ÿใ€ใใ—ใฆๆททไนฑใจใ„ใ†ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ€็งใ‚’ๅ‚ทใคใ‘ใŸใฎใงใ™ใ€‚

ไปŠใซใชใฃใฆ็†่งฃใงใใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ใ‚ธใƒฅใƒชใ‚ขใƒณใฎ็ˆถ่ฆช่‡ช่บซใ‚‚ใ€ไบบ็”ŸใซใŠใ„ใฆไฝ•ใ‹ใซๅ‚ทใคใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ™ใ€‚ใใฃใจๅฝผ่‡ช่บซใ€็„กๅŠ›ๆ„Ÿใ‚„ๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅ›ฐ้›ฃใซ็›ด้ขใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใซ้•ใ„ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚

ใพใŸใ€ไปŠใฎ็งใฏใ“ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็Šถๆณใงใ‚‚็„กๅŠ›ใงใฏใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚‚็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ€’ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ€Œใ‚ใชใŸใŒ้–“้•ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใจ็ดๅพ—ใ•ใ›ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒใชใ„ใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใ“ใจใŒใงใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ™ใ€‚ใใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ‹ใˆใฃใฆ็„กๅŠ›ๆ„Ÿใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๆ€’ใ‚Šใซๅทปใ่พผใพใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ ใ‘ใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใฎไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธญใซใฏๅธธใซ้ ผใ‚Šใซใชใ‚‹ๅนณ็ฉใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€ใคใพใ‚Šใ€Œ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ผๅธใ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใ“ใจใŒใงใใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅธธใซใใ“ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ใ€Œใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„ใ€ใจ่จ€ใ†้ธๆŠžใ‚‚ใงใใพใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎใƒšใƒณใ‚’ๆ‹พใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ใฎ็งใฏใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใ€Œๅƒ•ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ€ใซใชใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฟƒใฎไธญใงๅ–œใ‚“ใงใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใงใฏใชใใ€่ชฐใ‹ใŒใ†ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่ฝใจใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจใ€ๅ‘จใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ›žใ™ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใงใใŸใฏใšใชใฎใงใ™ใ€‚


Intermediate Version

When I was a child, the anger of adults often confused me. Here is one story.

When I was 10, I went to a Toy Fair in London with two friends. Outside the entrance, I saw a blue pen on the ground. It had the name โ€œJulianโ€ written on it. I picked it up. My friends were a little jealous that I found it first.

Suddenly, an angry man came over. He was holding a small boyโ€™s hand. He grabbed the pen from me and shouted, โ€œDonโ€™t ever steal from my son again!โ€

I was scared. There was a security guard nearby, but when I looked to him for help I could see that he was not paying attention. The little boy looked at me. His eyes seemed to say that he had just dropped it by accident.

The man didn't hit me, but he hurt my feelings. For the rest of the day, I felt sad and confused.

Now, I understand that the father was probably having a hard time in his own life.

I also know what to do now. There is no point in arguing with an angry person. Instead, I can focus on my breath to remember the peace inside myself.

Also, I can choose to say, "I'm sorry." When I picked up the pen, I only thought, "It's mine!" I should have looked around to see if someone had lost it.

๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต Intermediate

ๅญไพ›ใฎ้ ƒใ€็งใฏใ‚ˆใๅคงไบบใฎๆ€’ใ‚Šใซๆˆธๆƒ‘ใ†ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใชไฝ“้จ“ใฎไธ€ใคใงใ™ใ€‚

10ๆญณใฎๆ™‚ใ€ๅ‹ไบบ2ไบบใจใƒญใƒณใƒ‰ใƒณใง้–‹ๅ‚ฌใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใƒˆใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚งใ‚ขใซ่กŒใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ไผšๅ ดใฎๅ…ฅๅฃใฎ่ฟ‘ใใงใ€ๅœฐ้ขใซ้’ใ„ใƒšใƒณใŒ่ฝใกใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใฏใ€Œใ‚ธใƒฅใƒชใ‚ขใƒณใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๅๅ‰ใŒๆ›ธใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚็งใŒใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ‹พใ„ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ‹ไบบใŸใกใฏ็งใŒๅ…ˆใซ่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—็พจใพใ—ใŒใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ™ใ‚‹ใจ็ช็„ถใ€ๆ€’ใฃใŸๆง˜ๅญใฎ็”ทๆ€งใŒ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏๅฐใ•ใช็”ทใฎๅญใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚็”ทๆ€งใฏ็งใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒšใƒณใ‚’ใฒใฃใŸใใ‚Šใ€ใ€ŒไบŒๅบฆใจๆฏๅญใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’็›—ใ‚€ใช๏ผใ€ใจๆ€’้ณดใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

็งใฏๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ฟ‘ใใซ่ญฆๅ‚™ๅ“กใŒใ„ใŸใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใฆ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผใฏๅ…จใใ“ใกใ‚‰ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚็”ทใฎๅญใŒ็งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ็›ฎใฏใ€ใ€Œใ†ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่ฝใจใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ใจ่จดใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

็”ทๆ€งใฏ็งใ‚’ๆฎดใฃใŸใ‚Šใฏใ—ใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใŒใ€็งใฎๅฟƒใฏๆทฑใๅ‚ทใคใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎๆ—ฅไธ€ๆ—ฅใšใฃใจใ€็งใฏๆ‚ฒใ—ใใ€ใ‚„ใ‚Šใใ‚Œใชใ„ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใง้Žใ”ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ไปŠใซใชใฃใฆๆ€ใˆใฐใ€ใ‚ใฎ็ˆถ่ฆช่‡ช่บซใ‚‚ใ€ไบบ็”ŸใซใŠใ„ใฆไฝ•ใ‹่พ›ใ„ไบ‹ๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚

ไปŠใชใ‚‰ใ€ใฉใ†ๅฏพๅ‡ฆใ™ในใใ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ€’ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใจ่จ€ใ„ไบ‰ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใใฎไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ผๅธใซๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ€ๅฟƒใฎๅนณ็ฉใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™ใ“ใจใŒใงใใพใ™ใ€‚

ใใ—ใฆใ€็ด ็›ดใซใ€Œใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„ใ€ใจ่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใงใใพใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใ€ใƒšใƒณใ‚’ๆ‹พใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ใฎ็งใฏใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ ๏ผใ€ใจใ—ใ‹ๆ€ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆœฌๆฅใชใ‚‰ใ€่ชฐใ‹ใŒ่ฝใจใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจใ€ๅ‘จใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆธกใ™ในใใ ใฃใŸใฎใงใ™ใ€‚

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