Richelle MeadA gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.
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When you have had a bad day, or have some other kind of bad event happen to you, the last thing you want to do is think about it. Instead, you think about how you can get back at someone who did this to you. You are angry at yourself for being stupid, or jealous because of another person’s success. However, there are some people who are willing to get angry at themselves for something they did wrong.
When they do something wrong they consider it a crime. They know they are wrong and want to make amends. They don’t want to waste time by sitting around feeling sorry for themselves.
Instead, they focus on the next thing that needs to be done in order for them to get back on track. If they need to learn a new skill in order to get better at the one thing that was wrong, they will do that too. For them, being brought down by a gun is an opportunity for them to rise up again every time they fall.
Source: Last Sacrifice
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