I was asked to provide counseling for a young man in a group home who was 17 years old. He was one of the more mature young men in this facility and he tried to follow the rules of the home and cooperate with the staff. When I first met with him, I asked him what he wanted help with, and he said, “My anger.” I asked him to give me an example of a recent time when he got angry and he said, “Just this last weekend I got angry.” I asked him what happened, and he said, “One of the other boys said something to me that made me mad, so I got in his face and was ready to jump on him until the staff rushed in and separated us. I was so mad that I couldn’t calm down for half an hour. Then it happened again the next day; another boy said something that made me mad, and I got in his face and was ready to hit him when the staff came rushing in and separated us again. It took me thirty minutes, again, to calm down. Then I started getting angry at the staff who were intervening; I’ve been angry at everyone all week!”
“So, do you want to get rid of this anger?” I asked. He nodded and said, “Yes, I’m tired of it; it gets me in trouble all the time.” “Well, let me ask you this,” I said. “When is the first time that you can remember getting really mad like this?” Without a moment’s hesitation he said, “When I was eight years old.” “What happened when you were eight?” I asked him.
“My parents were divorced and all of us kids lived with our mom, and sometimes she would take me and my little brother over to Dad’s house and we would hang out with him and play, then she would come get us and take us home. When I was eight years old, one day my mother took us to our dad’s house and dropped us off and said, ‘I’m going to the store down the street on the corner to get some cigarettes; then I will come back to pick you up.’ So, she took off and my brother and I began to play. We played for quite a while, then stopped to look up for Mom to see if she was on her way, but we couldn’t see her so we kept on playing. Then it started to get dark and I finally realized that my mother was not coming back. That was the last time that I ever saw her.” He continued, “When that happened, I was so angry that I stayed angry for two solid years! I didn’t care about anything; I didn’t care about school and began skipping it, I began getting into a lot of fights, and I began drinking and using drugs because I was so mad!”
“Well, I don’t blame you for being angry,” I responded. “I would be angry too if my mother did that to me. That’s just normal to be angry about something like that; you have a right to be angry. But that was nine years ago; do you want to stay angry, or would you like to get rid of that?” “No, I’m tired of getting angry and getting in trouble all the time,” he said. “I’d like to get rid of it.”
“Well, I can show you how to do that. There are basically two things you have to do,” I explained. “The first thing you have to do is just be honest about why you are angry at your mother. Why are you angry at her?”
“Well, she was a pretty good mother until this happened,” he said, “but it makes me angry that she lied to me, she abandoned me, and she hasn’t called me even once in the last nine years.”
“Okay, that’s a short list but it’s an honest list,” I said. “Now the second step is, would you be willing to say a simple prayer and just tell God why you are angry at her, then ask Him to take your anger from you?” He paused for a moment then said, “I’m not a religious person, but I believe in God and prayer and I’m willing to give it a try.”
I led him in a prayer in which he told the Lord what he resented about his mother. He prayed, “Lord, when I think about my mother it makes me mad. It makes me mad that she lied to me, it makes me mad that she abandoned me, and it makes me mad that she hasn’t called me once in the last nine years.” Then he said, “Lord, all of this makes me angry, but I’m tired of being angry, so right now I choose to give all this to You, and I ask You to please take it from me and carry it for me. I give it to you now, in Jesus’ name. Amen.”
When he was finished with the prayer I said to him, “Okay, now think about your mother and tell me how you feel.” He thought for a few moments and said, “I feel a lot better; I feel like a load was lifted from me.” “Okay, that’s good,” I said. “Now, think about your mother and that day that she lied to you and abandoned you.” He sat there for a short while and then said, “I don’t feel angry. I just feel calm about her.” Then he said, “You know, I haven’t seen my mother for nine years; I’d like to see her again.”
When he said this, it shocked me, because I wasn’t expecting to hear that so quickly, but I said to him, “Well, you’re going home to your father’s house this weekend, aren’t you? Why don’t you talk to him and see if he could arrange for you to see your mother?” He agreed to do that and went home for the weekend. When he told his father that he’d like to see his mother again, it shocked his father also, because he knew how angry this boy was at his mother, and the father was still angry at her for divorcing him.
It was fascinating to see this young man when he came back to the Boys’ Home; he was calm, and his explosive temper was gone. He had normal anger that lasted for a few minutes but he no longer wanted to kill someone or destroy something when he became angry. I was amazed because I had never seen this before when I taught Anger Management classes, but I realized that the reason why it worked was because we had gone to the source of his anger, his mother, and he had released it.