When I was a kid, I remember spending countless hours being angry at my Nintendo because I was not able to get past certain levels. As a result, I also remember the need for some anger management classes at an early age, due to the increased frustration directed at numerous controllers being hurled at tv screens. I was a total mess. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or even concentrate on anything else but the challenge in front of me. But to no avail, it was all futile.
I’d sit there, tears streaming down my face, asking God why he was making it so difficult for me to advance in those games, even asking for some sort of divine intervention at one point in time. And then -A MIRACLE HAPPENED.