Throughout my lifetime, people have portrayed me quick-tempered guy that when around me, you should watch what you say. I'm not really like that. I have a temper, but it is no worse than most and no better than some. Maybe growing up with a harelip in a place that didn't have very many minorities taught me to fight early on, or get unmercifully teased and tormented. I found out early that I could handle physical bruises much better than emotional bruises, taking it was not an option. It didn't matter that I would get another physical thrashing when my father came home from work for fighting in school, I just made up my mind that it was what I had to do to get by. Joining the Army at 17 was more of the same. I had to hold my ground against the older draftees that figured they could use me for a punching bag. All and all, I know why I am usually the first one to raise my voice, a good offense is the best defense, I learned that first-hand. I have worked on my temper though, and I think that I've come a long way. It wasn't until this morning that I realized that I really haven't come all that far.
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