One day a little boy just got out of bed on the wrong side. He was having a very bad day. He disobeyed his mother several times, and then had a violent argument with his playmate. So, his mother told him he would have to have some time alone. She turned on the light in her large clothes closest, put a little chair in it, and told her son to sit there for thirty minutes. Thirty minutes later, she returned to find the closet was a real mess. All her clothes were in a pile. “What have you been doing?” She asked. The angry youngster replied, “I have spit on your clothes; I have spit on your shoes; and now I’m just sitting here waiting for more spit.”

Many of the social problems in our world, when traced to their sources, point back to the angry little boy or little girl in us, sitting in a cl…