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 Mike knew he had problems.  The 26 year old went from bouts of road rage to violent outbreaks that brought him to the point of hurting people he loved.  Macho as always, he knew he had to bring his anger under control before something worse happened:  and end him in prison or worse.
 
His buddy Jake, a marine home from Iraq, suggested he try an attitude adjustment.  “I’ll train you to fix that attitude of yours.”  “How, mother fucker?”   “You’ll see.  Come to my house Saturday at 7 AM.  And bring rope. “Why rope?”  “You not game?”  Mike agreed.  Friday after work he went to the Home Depot and purchased length diameters.  He arrived at Jake’s defiant as ever.  “Ok, shit head, begin my attitude adjustment!”
 
“Shut the fuck up and from now on, not a word, understand fuckface.”  Mike’s anger began to well up but he bit his tongue.  “Well, I am going to rope you like a pig.  Make you focus on yourself.  Feel your anger with no control.”  Mike had second thoughts when Jake tossed him a rag and a roll of duct tape. “We do this in pow training. Now, Start with your mouth: tape it up tight!.”  Mike knew he was at the point of no return and rolled the tape tightly gagging himself.  “Now fucker, on your knees hands behind your head and submit to the rope.”  Again Mike complied and submitted his body to Jake’s professional roping.
 
Jake looked down at Mike, fully restrained.  Mike roped his crossed wrists behind his back, nice and tight. He lashed his upper arms tightly to his sides by turning the rope around his torso.   Mike began to struggle.  His only result was skin burn on his wrists.  Jake turned Mike on his back, and bent his legs.  He tied them together at his knees and ankles.
 
“Now fucker, feel your anger and do something about it.”  Mike just moaned.  He realized he was helpless, his anger useless, and if he moved he only ripped his wrists to shreds and cramped his muscles.   He felt his pulse in his numbing arms and legs became aware of every trickle of sweat that poured forth from every pore on his body.  He realized he had no external control but complete internal control.  He sat in his misery and waited.
 
“Now the final adjustment,” Jake said.  “I have control of your body; you have control of your mind.  Which will win out?”  Mike XXXX his mind to focus as he waited what was to come, his breath heavy with fear.  Jake came down and hogtied him.
 
Can’t get out?  Go on, try!”  Jake watched for some fifteen minutes as Mike fought the bindings.  He turned all around the floor and got nowhere very fast.  He stopped. Exhausted.
 
“Untie me.” Mike demanded.  “Why, you pissed off?  Angry?  What you going to do about it?”  Mike realized that he was helpless and his anger only caused him rope burn. He stared at Jake.

 “One two things left for your management lesson for today.  Jake knelt down, XXXX Mike on his side, and sat on his bent legs. He tickled his feet with no mercy.  Mike bucked and fought but could not stop the torture.  “Pissed off?  Who gives a shit?”  Jake finally stopped, exhausted.
 
“Your second lesson is patience with anger. There is no way you will get out of that roping.  So, just lay there for the night.  I’ll return in 24 hours and check in how you are doing. If you are still tied up we begin lesson three.” Jake left!

“Management my ass, I got to break out of this shit.”  Using all his anger Mike kicked and rolled and bucked and cursed, even freeing his gag and calling for help.  But alas, in the end he lay there, exhausted.  His anger subsided as he realized he lost control and was helpless.
 
“It’s going to be a long night,” he thought.  “I wonder what lesson three is?”