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Welcome to Honor Your Truth The “Is It True?” Episode Sixty-Eight “You can’t fight fire with fire” Many, many moons ago one of my sisters bit another one of my sisters really hard in the back. I don’t remember who bit who, but I do remember the teeth marks. I can still picture them. My mom told the one who was bitten to bite the other one back and to bite back hard. She didn’t want to do it and she was crying. We were all crying and running around wild. Ironically we were all in the den, an appropriate place for the little savages that we were at times. The den was for “The Brady Bunch” and scrapping. My sister ripped the button off the leather couch some time in the middle of all the ruckus and it seemed that everyone was in trouble for one reason or another. My mom was big into dramatic solutions. If you were bored, you were told to play in the street. Orchard Road was lined with trees and winding. It was impossible to go the speed limit, even in a “hand me down” beater type car. It was a speed trap that the police would hide in, yet this deterred no one……anyone who could drive while we still lived there eventually got a ticket. What started out as a country road became a dangerous playground that we were sent to play in, that was the idea anyway, but we played in the yard. Even though we were told that no other kids fought like we did, we rarely fought. It was our natural state to want love and to be happy, not to fight. When our dog was annoying, my mom would throw it down the stairs. I can still hear the whimpering and it bothers me. Our natural state is not to want to harm anyone or anything. It doesn’t feel good. My mom was angry but couldn’t say it, couldn’t talk about it. She couldn’t put it where it belonged. Better said and let go, than kept in secret. It must come out some way, somehow. Internalized anger becomes depression and anxiety. She had a little of both and a ton of kids with no one to turn to but a bottle of Dewars. I cannot imagine the suffering. What often starts out very small ...