I wish I could remember how I was rid of my temper. My brother and I inherited our father’s anger issues. All through our childhood there were times when we would snap and beat on each other until we were too tired to continue (one good thing is that we were incredibly tough and nearly impossible to hurt – two traits that helped us in wrestling). At some point in my faith journey, I simply lost that anger deep inside myself. I know that it is there inside of me, but the Spirit isolates my soul from its influence.