TRAINING VS. INCLINATION 13 



"governor," I quit my job and went home and 

 faced him again. 



The storm that struck me the first time was as 

 a gentle breeze compared to the one that I had 

 now to encounter, but I weathered through it, 

 backed up by mother. I was now in my 

 eighteenth year, and as I look back to that day, 

 now twelve years gone, I wonder at the ways of 

 men, and at the ironies of fate. I have faced 

 many storms since that day, brain storms and 

 every other kind of storm, against which that 

 second outburst of my father's was but a gentle 

 love tap. 



