His mother was in a panic. As she stood at the bathroom door, she helplessly watched him in the shower, fully clothed, water off, yelling that he was so mad he wanted to hit something. Visions of bloody glass flying paralyzed her, and then he was quiet. Before she could say anything he began speaking, “Mom, mom, just leave me alone! I need to practice my mindful breathing.” Gradually, he composed himself as he focused on his breath. His racing thoughts and his pounding heart slowed. His body relaxed and his anger seemed to melt away.