I am angry at one of my eye surgeon, and I have been rehearsing how to get my complaint across without getting tuned out. It hasn't been going well, and I keep getting worked up, remembering to exhale, getting worked up, remembering to exhale, etc.
I went out to do an errand and ran into one of my patients from years ago. He is on the short list of most frightening and dangerous when sick, but gentle and sweet when well. He was very happy to see me, and wanted to tell me about his job nearby and how well things are going for him. While it is true that he has caused enormous difficulty for both family and bystanders, it is also true that he has had a very, very hard life.
God sent him. My life is not that hard.