Road Rage Cowboy

by Dimmer
(Colorado)

I was a road rage cowboy. I loved riding the trail looking for good victims to level my rage at. I would chase them all the way home if I had to.

This went on for years even though I told my self that I was sick and that this was poisoning me and the rest of my life. One day another cowboy tried to cut me off but I would not allow him in. He got so outraged that he chased me and tried to ram me.

As I escaped I was shaking and sensed that he would have killed me if he caught me. I wondered, how many people had I terrorized in this same way. Since then I have been a meek and mild trail rider looking for people in distress that I could help. Fear...what a great remedy for rage.

Response from Dr. DeFoore

Thanks for your story, Dimmer. You get straight to the heart of the matter here. Seeing yourself in the other person's (road rager's) position is a sure-fire leveler, if not a cure.

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