There was one time when I showed both resilience and communication. At school, I was very hungry and I accidentally grabbed an 8th grader’s lunch. The teacher there was really ticked and told me off about keeping my hands to myself. On normal occasions, I would have snapped “I didn’t know! It’s not like his name is written all over it!” If I snapped at the teacher, I probably would have gotten in trouble… But, instead, I said: “Sorry, it won’t happen again.” Instead of blowing up and using poor communication, I diffused the situation.
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