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I Believed Rage Always Won... I Was Wrong.

I Believed Rage Always Won... I Was Wrong.

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I believed rage won. My father taught me that — through beatings, through instructions, through driving me back to a schoolyard and making me fight a boy I had no business fighting.And rage DID win. For a long time.It won fights. It won arguments. It intimidated opponents. It produced compliance in the people around me.What it didn't win was respect. Or love. Or the kind of marriage and fatherhood and leadership I actually wanted.I thought people respected me. I found out later they feared me.I never hit my wife. But I beat her to tears with words.I stood at my son's wrestling mat and yelled things at him no father should yell. And he looked at me and said: "Dad… no other dad does that."Then a terrified young soldier stood in front of me and said: "Sir — I don't understand what you want. I'd give it to you if I could. But I just don't understand."And I saw myself. As a boy. With my father.That was when the crushing realization hit. I had become my father. In the way that mattered most."Better a patient man than a warrior — a man who controls his temper than one who takes a city." — Proverbs 16:32My father trained me to weaponize rage. My closest friend… Jesus, taught me to lay the weapon down.Watch on YouTube:https://youtu.be/dAj5ni3ZaT4Watch Episode Eleven — I Couldn't Heal What I Didn't Understand.: https://youtu.be/JTRGKb6KY6sGet Forged by Fire: https://www.amazon.com/FORGED-FIRE-Victory-W-ANDERSON/dp/B0GL4XV985thewarriormedic.comThis content is for healing, education, and awareness. If you are struggling, please reach out to a mental health professional or call a crisis line. You are not alone.If this reached you — please leave a review on Apple Podcasts. It takes 60 seconds and helps other wounded men find this content.TRANSCRIPT:Hi, I'm Bill — and this is The Warrior Medic.Again I want to tell you a story. And it’s not a pretty one.I was in elementary school. An older boy — bigger than I was — got into it with me.And I didn't fight back. I argued, then walked away.I went home and told my dad what happened.My father beat me… Badly.Then he personally drove me back to the school.Found the boy. And made me fight him.He gave me one instruction:I’ll beat you again if you lose.I was a boy who had just been beaten by his father for not fighting.Now standing in front of a bigger boy with the promise of more beating waiting at home if I didn't win.I fought… And I won.Not because I was brave.But, because I had no other option.That day — my father didn't just make me fight a boy.He installed something in me that would run my life for the next forty years.He installed rage.SECTION 1: THE FRAMEWORK — INSTALLATIONThis is EP012.And we're going deeper into the framework we established last week.Installation. Conclusion. Manifestation.Today's wound is… rage.The rage wound doesn't always look like what you think.It doesn't always come from a violent home.Sometimes it comes from something more specific —and more intentional — than random violence.My father didn't just rage at me. He TRAINED me.He trained me that fighting was required… And Losing was unacceptable.That rage — when properly deployed —was the solution to every problem that required strength.I was probably one of the only children in historywho got punished for NOT fighting.Let that land for a moment.While other boys were getting in trouble for fighting at school —I was getting beaten…, bloody at home for failing to fight.The boys at school thought I was a bully.They didn't know that if I didn't fight — all hell would break loose when I got home.That's the installation.SECTION 2: THE CONCLUSION — RAGE AS FRIENDNow — what did the boy conclude?Here's what makes my rage wound different from what most people expect.I wasn't naturally explosive.I couldn't access rage on demand.Rage only came when my anger exceeded my reluctance to engage.But when it came — it worked.In that state I was motivated to fight until I won. Regardless of the size of the opponent.Regardless of the consequences.Regardless of what it cost.And so, I made a conclusion:"Rage is my friend.""It gives me what I need.""It solves what nothing else can.""When the anger exceeds my reluctance — I win."That conclusion followed me out of elementary school.Out of my father's house.Into the Army. Into leadership. Into marriage.Into fatherhood.Rage had been my friend for so long — I didn't know how to live without it.SECTION 3: THE MANIFESTATIONForty years later — that conclusion showed up everywhere.In my LEADERSHIP:I thought people respected me.I discovered later, they feared me.I wasn't trying to intimidate. I was trying to lead.But the wound had only one tool — and that tool produced fear instead of respect without me ever knowing the difference.In my MARRIAGE:I never raised my hand to my wife.But my words could do what fists couldn't.The rage that was trained to win at any costdidn't stop at the front door when I came home.It ...
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