This reminds me of what I learned long ago, a story in the most age'ed of manuscripts...of dealing with that most unwelcome of personal encounters, the angry customer.
You see, I was on the front lines, the lowest levels of Hades, dealing with customer complaints. The first floor of the mega structure, as it were.
And one evening, confronted with hate and vile, I returned what I got and received more of the same. The marbled halls shook under the anger of words, the lights dimmed under thunderous roars. This angry customer left, slamming the revolving door at the entrance, leaving me feeling alone in the massive ornately decorated halls under the dim lights of the evening, my head hung low and my pride hurting of failure.
And then, just as I felt I was all alone in the world, a voice came to me. "Son", it said...."son"....it reverberated through the halls.
I turned and peered down the long, dimly lit longest of marble halls. And far at the end I could faintly make out the tall stature of a man. "Son" again came to mine ears. So I approached the figure, tentative in my uncertainty. I approached some more, for the hall was long. Then after an eternity of slow, indecisive steps, I finally did approach him, a tall figure standing alone at the far end of the hall. "Yes?" I replied, not sure of where this was going to lead me. "Son, I have heard your plight. You seek an answer." I said "yes, I seek to know that age old question." I paused for a moment, but he did not reply, so I went on. "I seek to know how to deal with the angry customer."
The tall man then said unto me "Son, seek ye the answer. Go to the top of the ivory tower, where you will find an age'ed and venerable man of wisdom, and ask of him what you seek to know." I merely nodded, for a reply was not needed. Leaving him, and he simply plunging his mop into a bucket of muddied waters.
To the top of the ivory tower I did go. I took the elevator. And whence I came to the top floor, as the doors slid open, there sat the age'ed and venerable man of wisdom. I looked upon him, but he did not meet my gaze for he was turned away, sitting behind his giant walnut desk in a chair of fine corinthian leather, gazing out of the window for a wall and into the darkness of the night. I did not speak first in the presence of such reverence. But after a pause and without turning around to me, he said "You have come to me seeking knowledge." It was a statement, not a question, but I answered anyways. "Yes."
"Speak thy question, my son, so that I may answer thee."
So I asked of the age'ed and venerable old man, "Wise old man, I seek to know how to deal with angry customers, for I have failed and have a wont to turn failure into success."
He paused for a moment before answering. I was not sure he was going to answer me, for the pause was long. And then he stood from his chair of fine corinthian leather and peered out the glass wall window into the night. He said "come here, my son."
I approached him with as much trepidation as I did the tall man so far below, on the first floor of this ivory tower. When I was at his side, he bade me look out the window, into the night, and down upon the city coming alive under the lights of the night. He said to me then, "had you come to me in anger, spitting foul words and venom, and if I had thrown you out this window to fall far to the ground as a result, would you not curse me even more on your way down?" "Would you not be happier to leave by the elevator?"
It was like a thunderbolt! I suddenly understood. You see, the answer is simple. It's not how they come at ye, it's how they leave ye.