The Crooked Finger

Conquering Anger, Creating Peace

On my right hand, I have a crooked index finger—and that’s on purpose. I’ll tell you why. But first…

Growing up, I had an anger problem. A real one. From a young age, I had unpredictable, explosive outbursts. I wasn’t constantly angry, but it didn’t take much. Like a twig under just a little too much weight—I’d snap. And once I snapped, it took a long ti…