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My father was a rageaholic. I grew up terrorized, never knowing when the fits of anger would come or what would trigger them. It was like walking in a mine field. My mother would say: at least he doesn't keep it inside, so he won't have a heart attack. He did, however, develop congestive heart failure. We now know that anger, whether explosive or repressed, contributes to heart disease, substance abuse, bulimia, diabetes, car accidents and, as we've seen too often lately, the killing of innocent people. Obviously, the toll on others is huge. Whether you're the recipient of the anger or a witne
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