A little Cherokee boy came to his grandfather with a tale of woe and anger about a friend who had treated him badly. He was very angry.
The grandfather said quietly in response, "I have struggled with these feelings many times. It is as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way. But...the other wolf... ah! The littlest thing will send him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all of the time, for no reason except he loves to fight. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to boss my spirit."
The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "If I side with the good wolf, will that help him win, Grandfather?"
"Most of the time, Grandson"
