Dan's Car example essay topic

Narrative Essay "Anger Management"I hear some people say that they got so angry they lost control and didn't know what they were doing. I often wondered what that must be like. I, being a very passive person, have never lost control when I've become angered. I've always had total awareness of my situation.

In the movie "Anger Management", Jack Nicholson so nicely stated: "Your temper is the one thing you can't get rid of by loosing it" I've probably come close at times, but never gone over the edge to uncontrollable rage. I remember there was one time it came close. It happened one late Sunday afternoon. My friend Dan and I were sitting in his car patiently waiting for the next available gas pump. It was hot, really hot! The temperature was still over the century mark.

The way the sun was beating down on us reminded me of when I was a young boy using my magnifying glass on helpless crawling insects. I was dripping wet with sweat and every part of my body ached. I was so exhausted from the work we did this weekend I could hardly move. A gentleman motioned to us that he had finished and was going to leave. Dan got the pump number and went into the store to pay for the gas. As the car pulled away I began to pull Dan's car up to the pump when all of a sudden, this van come screeching around from the opposite direction, trying to get to the pump before me.

I stepped on it and the driver of the van slammed on his brakes. I continued until I was just inches from his bumper. I made sure I was close enough for the hose to reach. The driver of the van was waving his hands, yelling, and eventually got out and started yelling at me"; "Did you pay for this pump?' he yelled " Yes, he's in the store paying for it now" I replied. He pauses a moment and then starts up again. "You almost hit my van.

You didn't have to come so close". I open the cover to find a locked gas cap. All I want to do is finish my business and go home. So I hurry to the other side, get the keys and return to unlock the cap.

And all this time this lunatic is still giving me S$#T about his van. As I unlock the cap and get the hose, I mumble under my breath: Ah blow it out your a$#. Now he starts screaming "WHAT! WHAT WAS THAT!

WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?" Normally I would have ignored him. I always let things slide. I don't like getting all worked up over something stupid. I don't know what came over me. He must have pushed all the right buttons, because all of a sudden, I didn't seem so hot anymore. The aches and pains were gone and theirs this tremendous burst of energy in every part of my body.

I turned to face him and replied at the top of my lungs", I SAID, BLOW IT OUT YOU " RE A$#"With no delay, he replied: 'I'M GOING TO COME OVER THERE AND F# K YOU UP " To my surprise, he found even more buttons to push. Now my whole body is on fire. Lasers beams are emitting from my eyeballs. I look at him and he's standing there, swinging his fist around like he's winding then up or something. So I put both my hands behind my back and start walking rather quickly rite at him, all the while shouting with enough volume to be heard in the next county:" GO AHEAD, HIT ME! HIT ME!

HIT ME! AND I'LL OWN EVERYTHING YOU HAVE"I've never seen anyone's fists opened up and dropped so quickly in all my life. Now he decides he's going to shove me back. He raises his hands and with all his might, he pushes.

Now let us pause for a moment and sum up this situation. Here's this outraged young man, about half my age, a somewhat thin build, around 5' 8' and weighs about 150 lbs. Now in this corner, here I am. I'm almost 6', have the build of a sumo wrestler, and weighing in around 250 lbs. although some people say I'm just a basket away from 300. I'm barreling straight at him and he didn't have the weight behind him to even slow me down. Instead, he bounced off me and ended up about 7' back.

I stopped and with my laser beam eyeballs, gave him a look that words could not describe. There's no need for spoken words here, my thoughts were very clear, and he knew, if he opened his mouth again, his tongue was going to have company. I turned around, glanced at the small crowd that had gathered, and went back to fueling the car. He just stood there for a while, frozen.

I guess I probably scared him because I sure scared the be-gee-vas out of me. Years have gone by sense that Sunday afternoon. Every time I look back, I ask myself. How close was I?

How many buttons were left? Was I only one step away from total uncontrollable rage? These actions are so uncommon for me that sometimes I wonder if that was me at all. But if it wasn't, then "Who was that masked man?".